Lucas wheeled in a cart laden with Italian delicacies prepared by the chef.
The moment Beauty caught sight of the food, her stomach growled audibly, and she instinctively pressed her lips together.
"Hungry?"
Lucas's lips curved into a rare smile, revealing a faint dimple that softened his usually stern expression.
She found herself momentarily stunned.
Since they'd gotten together, genuine smiles from Lucas were few and far between.
A slight upturn of his lips was already akin to a full-blown grin for him, let alone the rare sight of his deep dimples.
"You seem in high spirits today, Mr. Marson.
Did something good happen?"
Lucas helped her sit up before arranging the dishes from the cart onto the foldable table.
With a slight nod, he replied, "The company just successfully acquired another firm.
Isn't that worth celebrating?"
"Of course it is!
This kind of news calls for a toast.
Too bad I can't join you with these injuries—what a shame..."
