Attack

When Lucian's shoot was done that day, he was met with the sight of Rye being outside of the venue. She was seated in her car as though waiting for him. He ignored her and was about to walk away when her voice fell.

"I have already sent your manager away. The crowd of fans outside isn't friendly to your circumstances. So, unless you want to be ambushed, get in."

With that, Lucian was left with no other choices. The hesitancy showed on his face clearly as he walked towards the car begrudgingly and pulled the door open. Then, he got on the shotgun seat.

"Don't you have work to do?" he questioned once Tue started to drive the car.

At this, Rye grinned.

"What is it? Are you curious about me?" she questioned.

"I just hope you would leave me alone," he voiced out, not willing to entertain her as he stared out of the window.

"You know that is impossible when you are the reason I carry on," she expressed.

"You are sick."