A few seconds later, Harrison Lucas forced himself to hold back the nasal tone in his voice and then said, "Alright, I understand."
Harrison Lucas took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness in his nasal cavity.
Ben Lucas heard Harrison Lucas's slightly soft and dampened voice, his brows furrowing slightly.
But his deep gaze fell on Harrison Lucas's slender back, and there was a moment when he wanted to go over to check on her, but the obsidian in his eyes brushed past her figure, pushing down the impulse within.
Ben Lucas didn't linger. He picked up his overcoat and left the bedroom without looking back.
When the bedroom door closed, Harrison Lucas, standing in front of the wardrobe, lightly swayed.
As the sound of the suite's outer door closing reached her, Harrison Lucas finally couldn't hold on any longer, her body uncontrollably sliding downward.
The teeth biting tightly on her lower lip loosened, and a whimper spread faintly in the empty bedroom.
