(Lucas’s POV)
“Lucas!”
Pierre darted towards me from the crowds and hugged me tightly.
“Oh, Lucas. You don’t know how worried I am for you!”
He whined, sounding like a happy mother who just found her lost child.
“Thank you, Pierre. Glad to be back.”
I accepted his hug.
Contrary to my expectations, Noah let me go to work pretty easily after about a few days being cooped inside his house. He told me to go to work by a car that he had given me, reminded me to drive safely and even gave me the key card to his house.
“Take care.”
He said, weaving a gentle smile on his face. I flinched for a bit when he placed his hand on my head, freely running his hand on my hair as he pat me. Though still flabbergasted by the fact that he didn’t confine me even though I tried to run away from him, I
