In the corridor, the remaining bodyguards, on seeing the two, flashed an unusual look in their eyes. They dared not stare and busied themselves looking down at their footsteps.
"Mr. Count."
Lucas Walker didn't respond, he simply strode to the door of his room.
A prompt bodyguard stepped forward to open the door for him and Lucas Walker carried Ivana Bennett into his room.
The door was immediately closed.
"Put me down... Lucas Walker...", Ivana Bennett cried out, clutching her skirt.
He crossed the living room, went straight to the bedroom, bent over, and placed her on the bed, his body following suit.
His weight pressed on her, causing her chest to sink and Ivana nearly ran out of breath.
As he was about to lean in for a kiss, she cried out in panic.
"Wait!"
Lucas Walker lifted his hand, removed the mask from his face, and gazed at her with glimmering blue eyes.
"Afraid of losing?"
"I...", Ivana looked around, "I just want to take a bath..."
"I don't mind!"
