"If you have something to say, hurry up. I still need to cook."
Kiki felt uncomfortable in this intimate embrace and remained stiff in Lucas Robertson's arms.
"I'm not letting go! I want to hold you like this!"
"Lucas, are you really Lucas Robertson?" Kiki looked at him in shock. Hearing such words from a cold, tough man like him felt so out of place.
"Absolutely genuine!"
"You scared me today. You should just stay the way you were. I'm not used to you like this."
"Isn't Samuel Palmer like this? Isn't that the type you like?"
Upon hearing Samuel Palmer's name, Kiki's eyes darkened. "Why are you mentioning him?"
Lucas Robertson saw her expression, and his face instantly turned gloomy. It seemed she still couldn't forget Samuel Palmer.
He forced himself to calm down, not wanting to continue upsetting Kiki.
"I heard your conversation with Madam just now..."
