What time did it even matter, he still wanted to grab her?!
Ivana Bennett angrily turned around, "Are you even human..."
As she was halfway through her scolding, her lips stiffened.
In her line of sight, Lucas Walker had already raised his injured arm. He took off his sweater and draped it over her.
Returning from Jamaica, she was still wearing the sportswear that Yefeng had given her. The climate in Jamaica was still warm, but it was already deep autumn in New York.
Her thin summer sportswear was not warm at all. It was just that she had been so angry that she hadn't noticed.
The sweater was heavy. Resting on her, it carried his body temperature. It made her feel as if she was being held in a warm embrace.
"Stretch out your arm." Lucas Walker's calm voice held a bit of reproach, "Are you a pig? It's so cold and you don't even think to put on clothes?"
