LUCIAN was sitting at the edge of the pool, shirtless, legs dipped in the water. His lips were red from drinking.
The night air was cold and thick, almost as heavy as the weight of his heart that’s been crying since he witnessed that sht earlier.
The bitterness of the liquor he’s drinking tasted like disappointment and pain. The scene that shattered him kept replaying in his head, tormenting him every passing second.
Magdalena could change his mood in one snap of her fingers. She’s so powerful that she even broke his heart without even uttering a single word.
Right! Her silence was what actually hurt him. Her inability to refuse. Her great way of accepting things through a silent surrender. Like she was born to always follow orders. Like she was born to be a slave.
Lucian shook his h
