Chapter 92. The Poetic Seine River

As soon as it was dawn, Lucasta got out of bed, pushed the door open, and walked out to the balcony, looking around.

The Eiffel Tower, the romantic Seine River, and the boulevards made her feel like she was dreaming.

Previously, even though her family was very rich, her parents were always busy with work and never took her abroad to travel, only occasionally going to parties and going to some neighboring provinces for a change of atmosphere.

And after that death trip, she no longer had the opportunity to sit in the same car with them anymore. She had forgotten them for the past ten years.

“Lucasta woke up early today, I'm afraid it will rain all day.”

As soon as Samson finished speaking, it started raining and that made Lucasta's face sad, like a flat tire. She reluctantly turned back and crawled under the blanket, continuing to curl up like a lazy cat.

“I didn't do it on purpose.” Samson gently stroked her hair and said.

“I know, I'm angry