"Go check who it is," Lucas instructed.
Aveline felt exasperated like she had become his secretary.
How infuriating!
She walked to the door and opened it, revealing the room service she had ordered. She brought the food inside and set it on the dining table.
Lucas got up and walked over, opening the bag. Seeing the pork ribs, his brows furrowed deeply. "You expect me to eat this?"
Aveline replied, "This is for me..."
Lucas' eyes darkened, and his expression turned grim.
Aveline mumbled, "How was I supposed to know you'd be back? If you'd told me, I would've cooked for you."
The presidential suite was well-equipped, including a small kitchen where she could easily whip up a simple meal.
Lucas said, "You can still cook for me now."
Aveline sighed, feeling like she'd dug herself into a hole. She looked at him and asked, "If I cook for you, will you let Zachary go?"
Lucas' cold gaze fixed on her. "Is this how you ask for a favor?"
Aveline frowned. "Then what will it take for you to let him go?"
Lucas replied, "When I'm in a good mood."
Aveline forced a smile. "You seem to be in a good mood now, so why not..."This text is property of NĂ´/velD/rama.Org.
Lucas cut her off coldly. "No, I'm in a very bad mood right now. I even feel like killing someone."
Aveline was taken aback.
Seeing the sinister look in his eyes, she backed down.
Maybe he really was capable of murder.
"Ha... haha, let's be good law-abiding citizens," she stammered, turning to leave the room.
Lucas watched her slender figure with a dark gaze, then sat down at the table, opened his laptop, and began working.
Aveline returned with his favorite dishes, finding him seated and working with a focused, cool expression, exuding an air of nobility. His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, each movement highlighting his distinct knuckles and making his hands look exceptionally
attractive.
Forcing herself to look away, Aveline reminded herself that while he might be good-looking, his character left much to be desired.
Entering the small kitchen, she went through the motions of washing, cutting, and cooking. In less than 40 minutes, she had prepared two dishes and a soup.
She set the table and called out, "Dinner's ready."
"Mm," Lucas responded coldly, closing his laptop and standing up.
Aveline glanced at the now unappetizing pork ribs she had ordered, feeling a pang of regret. She had hoped to make up for last night by ordering room service today, but it ended up being wasted. She threw it. in the trash and then sat down to eat.
Lucas gave her a brief, indifferent look but said nothing.
Distracted by her concerns, Aveline couldn't muster much enthusiasm. for her meal. She ate a little and then put down her utensils, gazing expectantly at Lucas.
Despite her overly eager gaze, Lucas remained unfazed. He ate quickly yet gracefully. Soon, he set down his utensils as well.
Aveline's eyes lit up, ready to bring up Zachary's situation. But before she could say anything, Lucas grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward him.
"Hey... what are you doing?" Aveline exclaimed.
Lucas looked at her coolly. "You've been staring at me. Does that mean you want it?"
Aveline's eyes widened in shock. "No, I don't! Don't say such things!"
She had been watching him, waiting for him to finish so she could talk about Zachary. What on earth was going through his mind?
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