Blair was flustered, and it was so apparent as Lucien noticed her skin went crimson. She was speechless, not knowing how to respond to Lucien’s offer. Of course, she wanted some time with him. But at the same time, it made her more confused.
What was Lucien truly trying to do? What was he thinking, offering her to read some bedtime stories? Was he trying to console her, but for what?
Question after question fell on Blair’s head. She did want time with Lucien, but what kind of time should it be. Was it a bedtime story, that could make her answer, or guess what Lucien truly felt for her?
If only she had the kind of power that Lucien had, the power where she could also read his mind, so she wouldn’t need to make some guesses.
‘But who knows what bedtime story he could offer,’ Blair shrugged and thought.
“That’s very thoughtful for a prince like you to offer his visitor some bedtime story and even a massage. What had I done to be worthy with such goodness?” she asked.
