"Do you believe me?" I looked at him, feeling uneasy, nervous, and expectant.
"I believe you," he answered firmly.
"Why?"
Lucas lowered his head, his nose brushing against my face lightly. His breath tickled my skin, making me feel a slight itch.
"Given Xander's state at the time and what he said, I wouldn't easily believe him. I'm not stupid."
But I couldn't shake the feeling that he might still have some doubts in his heart.
"Where did you go today?"
He climbed into bed, pulling the blanket over both of us before settling down to sleep. His magnetic voice filled my ears.
"I went to a lot of places—insurance companies, the traffic police. You were driving without a license, and you got into a car accident. According to the law, besides a fine, you should also be detained. I obviously didn't want my wife to be detained, so I had to deal with it."