Ivana Bennett looked up, her gaze meeting Lucas Walker's face.
In the room, lit only by a dim lamp, not a hint of anger could be detected in Lucas Walker's eyes. Instead, they were sharp and penetrating.
Had this child gone mad because of the cold?
Ivana frowned, suddenly realizing that the situation was getting a little intimate.
No wonder Lucas Walker was willing to help warm her feet. Cuddling him like this, he was absolutely winning.
Ivana quickly realized this was nothing but a sheer acceptance of his advances!
Upon this realization, she immediately withdrew her hands and feet from Lucas Walker's embrace and squirmed, like a fish, to the other side of the bed.
Not a foot away, Lucas Walker's hand shot out, circling Ivana's waist and pulling her gently back into his chest.
"What do you think you're doing? Let me go!"
Ivana immediately struggled.
Encircling Ivana's icy feet with his leg, Lucas Walker kept her tightened against his waist with his arm.
