Their eyes were connected for more than necessary. Both of them staring at each other wasn't normal.
Lucian lowered his head. "Do you like my place?" He asked, shivering but trying to hide it.
"How long have you been feeling sick?" She asked.
He lifted his head only for his head to mess with him by spinning. Thus, he had to hold and shake his head.
Gloria watched him worriedly. "Of course, your mansion is beautiful."
"I worked very hard to be the man…"
"Let's just go in."
"You know I did them for you, right?" He asked when she took his hand, thinking he was her son.
When Gloria realized that, she aimed to fling his hand off but he held her hand instead and entwined their fingers.
Gloria watched him do that before raising her head to look up at him. She was touched.
"Your hand is hot," she said.
"I guess I'm really sick."
"Is it …is it because of me?" Looking away, she asked.
