Nothing had changed since Jocelyn saw Lucas a few days ago. She still follows all the schedules that Lucas has prepared—coming to a party or political meeting while smiling beautifully as if she enjoys everything she does. Wearing a beautiful dress, does her hair like a noble and always holds Lucas' hand wherever he goes. Jocelyn was like a barbie doll controlled by Lucas—she didn't fight back, but she didn't show any enthusiasm either.
"Either it's just my feeling, or you've really turned quiet lately," Lucas spoke softly as they were standing near the drinks table.
Jocelyn took a glass filled with red liquid and then took a slow sip. Raspberry juice. "Wasn't I asked to remain silent?"
"Are you trying to reverse my sentence?" Lucas turned his head and looked at her in annoyance, "Are y
