Lucian carried Roxanne all the way to the room. Once he entered, his eyes darkened when he saw that Estella had rolled over to the edge of the big bed and was still sleeping soundly
That was not how she was at home. She would sleep in the same position through the night, almost without moving an inch. Is she moving so much because she‘s in a new environment? Or is it because she feels more at home around Roxanne?
Holding that thought, Lucian gently put Roxanne down before walking over to the other side to carry Estella to the middle of the bed.
“Daddy…” Estella muttered, half awake, thinking she was dreaming.
Lucian caressed her cheek as he watched her go back to sleep.
When she was quiet again, Lucian glanced over at Roxanne and went to pour her a glass of water.
Feeling someone pulling her up, Roxanne opened her eyes in a daze, only to see Lucian staring at her with a frown.
“Drink some water. It‘ll help with the hangover.” His voice rang out lowly beside her ear.
At that moment, Roxanne felt everything was so surreal.
Am I dreaming? What hangover? Did I drink?
“Lucian?” she called out hesitantly.
“Yes?”
It‘s really him. Roxanne narrowed her eyes, and a pitiful look slowly crept over her
face.
Lucian frowned at the change in her expression.
To his surprise, Roxanne suddenly leaned into his embrace and even rubbed her face against his chest endearingly.
Lucian froze where he was with his gaze locked on the woman in his arms. He did not dare to move a muscle.
He had never once expected her to behave so intimately toward him ever since they met one another again.
Although he was fully aware that he should keep a distance because she was only acting like that because she was drunk, he still wanted to keep her close.
In fact, if it were not for the fear of disturbing her sleep, he would have hugged her tighter.
This is ridiculous. Lucian could not believe he just caught himself wanting more.
Over the years, he had never treated anyone that way, not until he met Roxanne.
“Lucian…” the woman mumbled sadly in her sleep beside his ear.
His arms tensed up when her voice called him back to reality. He wanted to tell her that he was right beside her.
Feeling his embrace, Roxanne looked up at him in a stupor and murmured, “Why are you so cruel? Am I still not good enough for you? I love you so much, but you‘ve never liked me the slightest bit.”
Her words pierced his heart like a knife over and over again.
It pained him beyond words when he thought of what she had said, but that was not the end of her questioning.
“Why? What else should I do to make you love me? Tell me. I‘ll change. Why are you so quiet?” Roxanne reached for his face frantically when she did not get a response. “Come on! What should I do to make you love me?”
A frown surfaced on Lucian‘s remorse–stricken face as he grabbed her hands. “You‘re drunk, Roxanne.”
When she heard him calling her name, a satisfied smile broke out on her face.
