Chapter 92. Sweet Little Things

LATTON was sleeping soundly when all of a sudden she smelt smoke. Eyes still closed, she sniffs the air to confirm, and she’s right, something is burning. She started coughing. Soon she opens her eyes only to see a faint orange light in the corner of her room. Her heart is pounding loudly, she can feel someone or something looking at her.

She immediately rolled off to the side of the bed to hide, then turned on the lamp only to find Lucian’s gloomy face staring at her in confusion. “What are you doing?" he asked while puffing his cigar.

She smirked, then sat on the bed, “What am I doing? I’m sleeping. I should be the one asking you. What are you doing here? And how did you get in?”

He sighs and then says in a low tired voice, “Keys,” showing her the key that he forgot to give to her when he left.

She could feel his exhaustion and stress. She wants to scream at him and asks a lot of questions like,

“Where have you been?”

“How long have you been wat