บท 151: A fervent, hungry kiss

Layla stopped by the dresser, setting her clutch down with a soft thud. Her fingers moved to her earrings, delicately removing each one before unfastening the watch from her wrist. She turned around slowly, her hands gripping the edges of the dresser for support as her gaze lingered on the closed door.

"Why won't Lucius tell me what's troubling him? He barely said a word in the car," she murmured under her breath, her voice tinged with concern.

With a sigh, she pushed herself upright and took a step forward. Just as she did, the door creaked open, and Lucius stepped into the room, shutting it firmly behind him. His gaze was steady, yet his expression remained unreadable as he asked, "Are you going to take a shower?"

Layla shook her head, exhaustion evident in her tone. "No, I'll just brush my teeth and head to bed. I'm too tired."