Katie Poole turned over, wanting to embrace the person beside her, but found the space empty, and she suddenly opened her eyes.
The wind stirred the curtains, and she vaguely saw someone outside on the balcony.
"Lucas?"
It was already autumn, the weather had turned chilly, how cold it must be to stand outside without clothes.
Katie Poole sat up, grabbed a robe and planned to go outside to cover Lucas with it.
Just as she reached the balcony door, she heard Lucas ordering in a fierce tone: "I want Wyatt Perry dead!"
Dead...
Katie Poole shivered in fear, retreating repeatedly, dropping the robe onto the floor.
Before Lucas could turn around, she quickly picked up the robe and climbed back into bed, shutting her eyes tightly, her heart pounding wildly.
After a moment, Lucas finished his call and returned to the bedroom.
He lay gently beside Katie Poole, softly brushing her hair away from her face: "Katie, you're mine..."
