Sarah's place had offered two blissful days of freedom, until Lucas's phone call abruptly summoned her back to the villa.
She'd braced herself to find Nathalie waiting there, but to her surprise, the villa was empty except for him.
The moment she stepped into the grand hall, her gaze landed on him lounging on the sofa in casual attire, his eyes lifting indifferently to skim over her.
"Back so soon? I was starting to think you'd decided to live at Sarah's forever."
"I would've loved to," Beauty shot back, tilting her chin up defiantly, her voice laced with frost.
"But apparently, someone wouldn't allow it." Lucas smirked. "I was just worried you'd disturb Sarah's rest.
Wouldn't want her complaining to me later, would we?" Beauty scoffed, too irritated to dignify that with a response.
As if.
Sarah would never see me as a nuisance—this is just his petty jealousy talking.
