Lila’s POV
I was sitting cross-legged at the center of my bed, just staring down at the sleek, brand-new laptop resting on my knees.
The room was completely quiet, save for the soft sound of the air conditioner, but my mind was racing. I was completely confused.
When Lucien had knocked on my door, I had braced myself for a shouting match. I fully expected him to punish me for the potato incident, to lecture me about manners, or to threaten me with the strict terms of our marriage contract.
Instead, he had just handed me a luxury machine, told me my schoolwork was safe, and walked away into the dark hallway without asking for a single thing in return.
I slowly lifted the laptop lid, the bright screen instantly lighting up the dark room. I tapped the trackpad, navigating to the deskto
