Since then, Lucas Walker had been wearing an eye mask, only taking it off when inspecting his eyes or when he was alone, to prevent long-term obstruction from affecting his vision.
"Tell me, who has ever insulted you?" Ivana Bennett asked, wrinkling her brow in anger, "I will make them pay tomorrow!"
Looking at her furrowed little eyebrows, a slight smile appeared on Lucas's lips.
With the passage of time, he could barely remember who insulted him.
Gazing at the smiling lines on his lips, Ivana felt a pang of heartache.
No wonder, he had not even a friend since he was a child.
Under these circumstances, how could he possibly make friends?
She raised her hand, cupped his face, slowly moved her lips towards him and gently kissed his eyes.
