As Beauty remained silent, Lucas's face turned dark with displeasure.
He forcefully set the wine glass down on the dining table, producing a sharp, crisp sound.
Beauty felt her heart skip a beat and swallowed nervously.
"Lucas... Lucas, have you taken the wrong medication recently?"
"No."
Beauty: "..." She hadn't expected such a serious response from him, yet she somehow felt like laughing out loud.
But when she met his cold, deep gaze, as if it could pierce through her soul, she held back.
Otherwise, she'd undoubtedly regret it.
She took a bite of her fried, followed by a leisurely sip of red wine.
Under his intense stare, she finally surrendered, "I don't know why your attitude towards me has suddenly changed, but I'm really not used to it.
Maybe you should go back to yelling and scolding me like before, I might actually feel a bit better."
Beauty's voice grew quieter as she noticed a change in him, a shadow seemed to cast over his entire face.
