Since Ma Claudia had pushed him out of the kitchen, Lucien wasn’t allowed to do anything.
So, he headed back to Zayn’s bedroom.
The room was quiet, the soft ticking of the wall clock the only sound. He walked slowly toward the bed, his bare feet making small creaks on the wooden floor.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked around, still thinking about what the maid had said earlier.
Did Zayn really say that?
Her words kept replaying in his mind like a stubborn echo. The possibility that Zayn had spoken about him like that made his chest tighten.
He reached for the huge doll that sat propped against the pillows. it felt warm in his hands, maybe from the sun that had been shining through the window earlier.
He pressed the doll against his chest, his fingers idly playing with its ha
