Ironically, Liz had initially intended to remain focused solely on her studies. She had no intention of getting entangled with any guy, but Lucian was different.
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Observing Lucian, she couldn't help but be captivated by his every move, even the most mundane ones.
It was as if a spell had been cast over her, one that intensified with each passing day.
Even in the simplest of outfits—a plain black sweater that hugged his frame—he exuded a magnetic charm.
She couldn't help but tease herself with thoughts that even if Lucian were to wear a burlap sack, he'd still manage to look appealing.
The realization hit her like a ton of bricks: she had truly fallen for him.
It was a perplexing revelation. Liz had never been one to be easily smitten by anyone's charms.
So, why was it that now, the most clichéd of gestures caused her to blush and stumble over her own words?
