Hearing Ivana Bennett's gentle voice, Lucas Walker was moved.
"Silly girl!"
He whispered softly, his arms tightening, holding her close to his chest.
Ivana Bennett didn't say anything more, simply reaching her arms out, embracing his neck, and pressing her face against his chest.
She rubbed against him like a small animal, her tone shifting to teasing.
"Ah... my husband's flesh and blood sleeping bag is so comfortable... Lucas Walker, you're so pitiful, about to be bullied by me again..."
Lucas Walker smiled lightly.
If this was considered bullying, he would rather it be forever.
...
...
At the hospital.
It wasn't until midnight that the duchess finally came to.
"Your Grace, you're awake?" The old butler, who had taken over from Lisa, immediately stood up and came over, "Would you like some water, or something to eat?"
The duchess shook her head gently, her gaze involuntarily fixing on the red rose sitting in the vase on the table.
