"Lisa, sweetheart, you are finally here."
Lucian was standing in the hall, wearing lavender robes that matched his hair, his amethyst eyes gazing at Lisa's body with a faint lust hidden beneath their gleam.
The hall was brightly lit, a luxurious sofa set in the center, stairs spiraling to the upper floor on the right, a kitchen to the left, a large double-door refrigerator beside the kitchen slab, and a few plants in large pots, similar in size to a vat, placed in corners as decorations.
Some of these vat-sized pots were even placed beside the sofas.
"Come, take a seat."
He walked up to Lisa and, placing a hand on her back, invited her to the sofa.
Lisa immediately jerked forward, disgusted by his touch.
Even though Lucian noticed it, he didn't react openly.
It was only inside; his real thoughts roamed free: 'Hmph. Act all you want. Now that you are here, there is no escape for you. You are already mine.'
On the exterior, he maintained an amiable smile: "Come."
