Lucien arrived back at the villa early the following morning. The moment he stepped inside, a servant rushed over to take his bag and coat.
He casually glanced up at the second floor, noting that the door was closed.
"How's she doing?" Lucien asked the butler, Matthew.
"Ms. Martinez only had some dessert and fruit after she came back," Matthew responded. "She's been in her room ever since and hasn't come out. She even said she didn't want any dinner."
"I see," Lucien replied, loosening his tie, a hint of tiredness on his face.
He then headed to Claire's room on the second floor.
The little cat hadn't locked the door. She was lying on the bed with her eyes tightly shut, her brows furrowed, as if trapped in a bad dream.
Lucien sat by the window, watching her. The truth was, the little
