Lucien's POV
What the hell is wrong with me?
First, I brought this girl home again, and now I was following her words she was uttering.
Since when did I start taking orders? Especially from someone who looked like she'd collapse if I breathed a little.
Why was I acting like this?
And that part about her liking sweets… what even was that? I hadn't seen her eat anything sugary, and yet it just came out of my mouth.
Was it because every time I got close to her, she smelled like some damn floral syrup? Sweet and extremely attractive!
Or was it just because it was her?
"Master."
I turned at the sound of soft footsteps. One of the house staff stood a respectful distance away, her expression unreadable but curious. She always had good timing.
"Do you need something?" she asked.
"Prepare something sweet. Also… some juice. And porridge," I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
She blinked in surprise. "Is that young miss here again?"
I didn't respond.
