Lucas Walker moved purposefully towards the bathroom.
As she had expected...
Ivana Bennett's heart jumped, she instinctively took a step back. Just as she reached out to close the door, he had already beaten her to it, stepping up onto the threshold.
"You..."
Before she could even utter a word, she felt a tightening around her waist as Lucas Walker had slipped his arm around it.
He calmly threw the sanitary pad he had been holding into the trash, bent down to lift her up in his arms, and began to make his way to the bed.
The moment she touched the bed, Ivana immediately curled herself up.
"I'm tired, I want to sleep."
"Okay."
Lucas agreed lightly, pulled the thin quilt over her body, shed his suit jacket, and walked into the bathroom.
Standing before the sink, he turned on the cold water and splashed his face a few times, yet he couldn't suppress the restless feelings in his heart.
He kept picturing her, adorably standing in the water, hugging her arms, irresistible.
