""Ivana?"
Feeling a heaviness on his right shoulder, Lucas Walker looked down worriedly at Ivana Bennett in his arms. Her eyes were downcast, completely relaxed, hanging on him like a pile of laundry.
Was she really drunk?!
He frowned, bent his body, propped up his arm, and lifted her into his arms.
As he held her, Ivana wanted to struggle but forcibly held herself back.
She was pretending to be drunk now; if she struggled, she would give herself away.
Well, she couldn't escape now anyway, so she might as well rest a bit, gather her strength, then try again when the opportunity arises.
An Yue's death was suspicious— who were the "they" he mentioned, and what connection did they have to her? She had to figure all this out, but compared to these problems, Lucas Walker was her biggest issue right now.
