CHAPTER 101 I Was Wrong

  Right now, I was only wearing lingerie, watching Lucas walk in and shut the door behind him. I quickly grabbed some clothes, but I was in such a rush that I couldn't get them on properly. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous, but I struggled to put the clothes on, and after a couple of attempts, I still couldn't get them on.

  Lucas walked over to me and gently held my hand.

  "Don't move."

  Without a word, he pulled out a jacket from the wardrobe, draped it over my shoulders, and silently guided me to sit on the bed. I held the collar of the jacket tightly, wrapping myself up as if trying to hide. In my frustrated state, I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of even a glimpse of vulnerability.

  With a move that seemed almost magical, he took out an ice pack and gently placed it on my burned hand.

  The cold touch made me feel much better. But since we were still in a passive-aggressive standoff, I maintained a mask of indifference, showing no emotion.