Having decided on that, Chad dishes the food and hurries back to the room, straight to Lucian who has been expectantly waiting, and extends the pasta bowl of food to him.Lucian beams as if he's just won a lottery, as soon as Chad passes to him the pasta bowl full of more beef and vegetable fried rice. He hastily takes it from him and digs in.Just like in the first, in less than five minutes, Lucian also finishes the food, and this time, he feels like he has eaten something. He, however, desires some more, but for some reasons, he refrains from asking for that and instead, requests a glass of water.One of the reasons is the simple fact that he doesn't want Chad to think he is a glutton. He had only eaten that much because he was too hungry. And still wants more because that hunger hasn't been entirely quenched. Anyone in his shoes would be as much hungry as he is, or even more!"Are you positive you want only water, Young Master Hutton?" Chad inquires sarcastically, a grin forming
"Water to wash your hands, Young Master Hutton," Chad's courteous voice infiltrates Lucian's thoughts."Why, old man, do you keep intruding on my thoughts every time I try to think?" Lucian is greatly mortified. He hisses loudly and casts a cold glare at Chad. The old man appears to have no satisfactory answers to his questions yet each time he tries to think and come up with one himself, he distracts him in one way or the other. What is wrong with him? Geez!He stands up and hurls the bowl of water in Chad's hands away, splashing water all over the room! "You are completely inept! Leave before I finish using the restroom!" He howls, his eyes bloodshot and his body exuding a faint feral aura.He briskly walks to his closet and furiously flings it open. After browsing through his clothes for five minutes or more, he picks out a brief, shorts, and a top. He tosses the shorts and top to the bed and strolls into the bathroom with the brief, his face so gloomy. BANG!He slams the bathroom
She slapped him twice! Twice! Gosh! Lucian can forgive her for the first but never for the second! She stepped over the line! He will never take it lying down! Never!For a teen who has suffered humiliation and baseless accusations all his life, he sure knows how it feels and he will never be one to take such any longer! Things are different now! He is no longer the poor wretched orphan who anyone could trample upon! No one is allowed to humiliate or berate him, let alone baselessly accuse him! No one! He is so furious! Who gave her the guts?! Ah! He feels like digging a hole through her chest all the way to her back!His blood is boiling."Didn't you hear me or do you want me to repeat myself? Don't tempt me, Helen! Don't! climb down from my damn bed right now and get the hell out! I have a bad temper and you won't like it if you provoke me any further!"Helen jerks in terror and her whole body, including her chest and voice begin to tremble. "Y... you took advantage of me and inste
Lucian has an incredulous expression as Helen's babbles come to an end. The excuse for the first slap might be quite understandable, but the second? That's gibberish to him!No matter what, she could have been calm and asked questions first! If he was a woman beater and she slapped him ruthlessly that second time for no reasonable reason, did she think she would have had the cheek to say all that? Hmph! He snorts coldly and casts a ferocious glare at her."If you hadn't been spoiled rotten by your parents, I'm sure you'd have had a better temperament and wouldn't have raised your hand to slap someone just because you were timid! You are full of pride and think you can trample on anyone!"I'm sure you've grown accustomed to slapping people over the years because of that pride! It wasn't all about how you felt! I, Lucian, Wood, would never forgive you no matter how you beg! And you must leave my apartment immediately!""Hmph!" Helen scoffs derisively. "You keep shouting I should leave yo
"Don't get too comfy!" Lucian rolls his eyes at her, turns, and walks away into the bathroom."I shouldn't get too comfy?! Hah, I already am! What are you going to do about it?!" She sniggers as she watches his back disappear into the bathroom and a warm feeling creeps into her heart, spreading all the way to her cheeks, which heat up and turn bright red. She can't help but admit how charming Lucian is even when he's angry. She is a huge fan of Greek gods. And Lucian's jaw setting into a hard line, his flared nose, and his bloodshot eyes make him look so much like one! It's no good thing to provoke someone but she kinda loves the angry Lucian more. She could do anything to look into that bloodshot eyes, flared nose, and set in a hard line jaw again.How much the mere thought of Greek gods, as well as seeing them in movies, give her butterflies and get her dripping fucking wet.Thinking of Lucian decked in a Greek godly attire and wielding a trident in his right hand, standing over s
Lucian has spent his entire life at the bottom of society. It is not incorrect to say he was amongst those who believed there was no illegal way out of jail except the prisoner was granted bail through due process, or he or she broke out.Helen's statement is a real eye-opener. It's befuddling. However, it is less than it would have been if he had not found himself in Silver Crest Hospital. Doctor Bertram's words are still fresh in his mind. He quite knows there's almost nothing impossible for rich people to accomplish. They can do and undo. Bertram told him all there is to know. And he will forever hold on to those words.When he came across the assholes, Mickey and Dani, he knew at first sight that came from wealthy backgrounds. The car they rode and the air of arrogance they carried were enough to reveal that to anyone. But he had no idea scumbags like them will come from first-rated families! First-rated! If it was in the past, he would have been terrified. But everything has chan
Why is he such a hothead? Helen is so frustrated that her entire face turns scarlet. She doesn't understand what she did wrong this time!Like, doesn't she have the right to express herself? Or did he actually expect her to believe something so unrealistic?It's not that she's trying to judge a book by its cover- she never does- but she just can't help it. The cover this time around is too open! It has words written on it for her to read and judge! This is reality, not fiction! If she had met Lucian in a different scenario and they got talking and then he claimed to know Chad Kennedy on a personal level, she wouldn't have dragged it because she would have felt she didn't know him enough to judge him.But this is an entirely different scenario. She is in his apartment. And to her, that is enough evidence for her to judge him with.To her understanding, it's an indisputable fact that one can know if a man or woman is rich or poor if he or she gets into his or her intimate space. She is
Helen's heart palpitates profusely and her pupils roll far back into her head as she weakly drops to the floor on her back, almost hitting her head against the tiled floor. "Pfft," she spits out a mouthful of blood. Her forehead is swollen and gleaming bright red, and there's a deep cut on her pink lips. Fortunately, she had been knocked over by the edge of the iron door, which is why her injuries are minor.But that doesn't stop the dizziness that sweeps through her shortly after she drops to the floor. It shakes through her vehemently that her entire being trembles in ripples, her eyes threatening to close by all means. Lucian is shocked to his core. Everything happened so fast. He had not anticipated it at all! "Helen!" His eyes dilate as he recalls she had been knocked over by the iron door and he dashes over to her. He looks her over and his gaze drops to her swollen forehead and injured lips."Despicable!" A deep tide of rage rushes through him at the sight. His eyes turn bl