Elena's heart was filled with joy and tenderness. She was immersed in the sweetness of the man's apparent concern for her, but she hadn't realized that her hands were on his shoulders. The softness of her chest was pressed against his firm chest.
Their pose was absolutely ambiguous…
"Thank you."
Recovering herself, she said softly, as her face turned as red as a ball of fire.
Lucas lowered his head and brushed his forehead against Elena's hair. He whispered, "You almost fell into someone else's arms."
"That was an accident."
"Even so, you're not allowed to."
"I'll try."
Their voices were so low that only the two of them could hear each other while gazing at each other.
Lucas stared at her intently for a while before relinquishing his grip a little. However, he didn't release her completely. Instead, he held her waist and turned around slowly.
His cold gaze instantly landed on Marcus and Anna.
