Just when everyone started to feel a bit sorry for Ivana Bennett, a smile slowly made its way to the corners of Lucas Walker's lips.
Interesting, very interesting!
No wonder he had been searching for her for three months, this little girl was a tough pet to tame.
It seemed that, at least for this week at sea, he wouldn't get tired of her.
Lucas Walker walked over and sat down across from Ivana.
"Breakfast."
Two butlers and an assistant simultaneously bowed to him and exited the room.
Shortly after, another person who was specifically responsible for his meals walked over with a silver tray, placing two breakfasts in front of them.
Ivana unfolded her napkin, picked up her fork and knife, and unabashedly started eating.
She ate while glancing at the knife in her hand.
The knife was a bit heavy. She could probably use it to castrate someone if she was quick enough. It would likely hurt, though.
However, that was just to her liking.
While she was eating and looking at the knife, Lucas was eating while watching her.
"How old are you?"
This little one seemed very innocent, but the wisdom in her eyebrows seemed to surpass the age she seemed to be.
Ivana raised her face and countered with another question, "How old are you?"
Lucas was taken aback. Nobody had asked him his age in a long time.
He thought for a moment before answering.
"23."
Ivana nodded, "What a pity."
Lucas raised an eyebrow, "Pity?"
Ivana smiled at him, then winked, "You'll find out soon."
A handsome man with a high status, yet at a young age to end up as a eunuch, wasn't it a pity?
Lucas also started laughing.
It seemed to get more and more interesting.
Based on his understanding, there were generally three types of reactions from women in this situation.
The first one, crying their heart out, was what he hated the most. If that were the case, he would easily toss her into the sea to feed the fish.
The second one, retaliating crazily against him, did not know their own strength, trying to use an egg to hit a rock. While this wasn't particularly interesting, he would allow them to stay alive for two more days.
The third one, submitting to him, actively showing goodwill, like a trained horse. Just as boring, it would cause him to lose interest quickly.
He had been wondering what kind she would be.
As it looked, she seemed to be none of them.
Having the last sip of milk in the glass, Ivana extended her tongue, licking off the milk stain on her lips.
Then, gently with a napkin, she picked off a small piece of nail, pinched it between two fingers and held it out to him.
"This, I give to you!"
She happily put the small piece of nail on the tablecloth in front of him.
Lucas bowed his head to look at the small piece of nail on the pure white tablecloth.
"You're saying that all of you belongs to me?"
How narcissistic can a person be?!
Ivana looked at her nails and admired them as she stretched out her fingers.
"What I'm trying to say is that your performance last night was really lousy. Lousy kissing technique, plenty of strength, but no skill. A man like you is as meaningless to me as this piece of nail."
As she continued to pick at her nails, she discreetly cast her gaze his way from under the blade, intending to catch any sign of rage on his face.
After all, there's probably nothing a man can stand less than a woman besmirching his performance in bed.
He was a man too, and he would surely get mad.
"I don't think so." Lucas carefully picked up a piece of meat and sent it to his mouth. "Judging from the expressions you made last night and the volume of your moans, you must have climax at least six times. And also, a woman who has been with a man for the first time has no right to comment on my skills."