If constipation came in a color, it would be red. If it came in the form of a person, it would be Adrian Sherlock. What the hell?!
Lucian let out a throaty chuckle. Given the situation, that was the only thing he could do. Damn, this had to be the second lamest comedy scene he had seen today.
“Forgive me, Lucian! I was out of my mind back then! You don't deserve any of the maltreatment, and damn it, you don't deserve the bullying and the trolling! I'm so sorry!” Adrian cried, knocking his head on the floor.
Lucian scoffed. “What's this bullshit of a display? Are you trying to get my attention by yelping on your knees like a wounded dog? It's like you already knew I was on my way to teach you a bitter lesson,”
“I'll take responsibility for the pain I caused you!” Adrian insisted, gnashi
