"I know you've been through a lot, but fortunately, you're finally home now. Go to your room, take a good bath, and have a rest. After you wake up, I'll have the housekeeper prepare your favorite dishes." Lu Chenyu reached out and affectionately touched Miss Lu's oily, tangled hair, looking every bit like a loving father.
Miss Lu scrutinized his expression and found no trace of disdain in his eyes, which finally made her retract all the thorns she had on display. Having expressed what was weighing on her heart and vented her emotions, she relaxed, became aware of her own discomfort, and thus didn't oppose Lu Chenyu's arrangement, obediently walking out towards her room.
What Miss Lu didn't know was, after she left the study, Lu Chenyu immediately took out a tissue and frantically wiped the hand that had touched her hair until the palm was red before stopping, with his face almost oozing disdain.
Miss Lu slept until evening, only regaining her composure at dinner.
