"I brought something for you." I said once I had brushed my teeth and drank some water, Lucian kept on insisting. My throat was okay now. The burning sensation had reduced a bit. He rose his brows, filling the bowl with the soup as I practically dashed in the hall where my bag was still lying on the floor. The sweatshirts I had bought for him. Even this morning, he was wearing an old t-shirt which had some holes in it. Lucian was rich. I knew. The way he had money with him and in his house. He was rich. Then why did he wear clothes that were almost on the stage of tearing apart?
I returned back with my bag, placing it towards him on the counter. He eyed the bag warily before he looked at me. His eyebrows pinched together as he dusted his hands against his faded jeans. He slid the tray of
