That evening, Lucien deliberately took Laura to a luxurious restaurant after keeping her locked in his bedroom for several hours.
The place was breathtakingly elegant. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow across the room, their shimmering light illuminating the silent tension between Laura and the man she despised.
Their table was already laden with an extravagant selection of expensive dishes. Lucien sat across from Laura, studying her beautiful face with an intense gaze as a dangerously charming smile played across his lips.
“Eat,” he ordered softly.
“You’ll need your energy before you attend to me tonight.”
What the hell had that bastard just said? Attend to him? Did Lucien seriously believe she would willingly serve a man who had tortured her father to death?
“You must be drunk
