Lance stared at her in a daze until Madeline returned her gaze to the ocean while snacking on her fruit platter.
Her relaxed attitude somewhat infuriated him, because he expected her to act like she did last night.
Vulnerable, loving, and sexy.
Well, she was still sexy, but vulnerable and loving? Not at all.
If everything that happened last night wasn't just a dream, Lance had just witnessed how fragile and clingy Madeline could be, which almost felt like a fever dream for him.
Lance's lips thinned as he finally asked, "Why do you act so nonchalant right now? You weren't like this last night."
"Oh? So, you still remember what happened last night?" Madeline chuckled and pointed at the chair. "Come on, Mr. Grant, we need to talk first."
"It's Lance for you. Why are you still calling me Mr. Grant?" Lance protested. But he sat down at the breakfast table as requested. "I thought you had forgiven me."
