On the bed in the guest room, Lucas Walker was bent over, tying his own hands with a rope.
If he didn't want that girl to learn the truth, his best option was to tie himself up.
However, this was somewhat challenging for the injured him. Tying his legs was easy, but tying his own hands was tricky.
Bracing one side with his injured shoulder while tying his hands, he didn't expect Ivana Bennett to wake up so quickly.
Hearing the door hit the wall corner, he turned around in surprise.
Under the light, she stood barefoot at the door, her chest heaving intensively, her face full of anger.
Seeing Lucas Walker lying on the bed, Ivana Bennett glanced at the ropes scattered on the floor, strode forward, and yanked the thin blanket off him.
Underneath the blanket, his legs were tied up well.
Could it be, she had mistaken?
Everything just now, was it really all just a dream?!
Lucas Walker turned his face, squinted his blue eyes, and asked ambiguously, "Want to sleep with me?"
