Ivana Bennett threw a side glance at Lucas Walker and couldn't resist exhaling with her tongue sticking out as if she'd been scalded.
Lucas Walker's face turned ice cold in an instant.
He cast a displeased look at the servant who brought the water, slowly raised his cup, and took an tentative sip.
The water was no hotter than forty-five degrees. It was just a little warm, not even enough to burn his mouth.
This girl... was faking it again!
"Ha..." Ivana finally couldn't hold back her laughter. She giggled in Lucas Walker's arms, "Lucas... Lucas Walker... you... you... you're so silly, to be fooled by me...haha!"
Ivana laughed until she melted, but the bodyguards and the butler were left with anxiety gripping their hearts.
Daring to tease Lucas Walker like this was a challenge to the count's patience.
Lucas Walker raised his hand, and the old butler immediately took his cup with the utmost care.
By now, Ivana had grown tired of this game and tried to sit up from his lap.
