Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young) novel Chapter 411

I gave a quick, indifferent glance and turned my attention to Lucas, who was perched on the couch with an icy glare. It was obvious he was not in the mood to chat.

I bit my lip and turned to Inch with a mocking smile. "A room to rest? What's next, tying me up and tossing me into a dungeon to marinate?"

Inch stuttered, clearly caught off guard.

His gaze shifted to Lucas, seemingly clueless about how to handle my jab.

Lucas's eyes narrowed, and a cold smirk played on his lips. He stared at me, his voice frosty, "Would you prefer the dungeon?"

Wow, listen to him. I took a deep breath and met his gaze with a scoff. "What's the matter? Is dungeon-living now a VIP experience? Or have you guys invented some new, more twisted ways to break someone?"

The stare from Lucas turned icy, his face darkened, and the chill in the room seemed to thicken.

Being no stranger to his brooding rage, I held his black-eyed gaze without a hint of fear or backing down.

He watched me, and after what felt like an eternity, he gestured with a commanding tone, "Come here."

I kept my lips tightly sealed and stayed put.

His eyes squinted, a clear sign of barely contained fury, "Come here!"

I approached him, not out of fear, but out of curiosity to see what he was up to.

Now standing before him, I looked down at the man who usually towered over me. It was a strange reversal from our usual encounters. However, it did not change the fact that he was as loathsome as ever.

He tilted his head back, his intense gaze locking onto me. I braced myself, expecting a blow or some cruel punishment. Instead of punishing me, he yanked my wrist and shoved me onto the couch next to him. His legs stretched out, trapping mine beneath them.