Chapter 92. Bending To Every Whimp

“Lucien, I just changed the bedsheet to the one you wanted just now,” Zayn said in surprise, his brows raised as he stood by the bed.

“No, change it. It’s too soft. I want it soft, but this… is too soft,” Lucien said firmly, touching the bed with his palm as if proving a meaningful point.

Zayn pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed in frustration.

“Fine. I’ll change it.”

He pulled off the sheet and picked another one from the neatly folded pile. He had just started spreading it across the mattress when Lucien’s voice cut him off again.

“No. Not that one. This one,” Lucien said, pointing at the same sheet he had rejected earlier.

Zayn froze and turned slowly, disbelief written all over his face. “But you said that one was too hard.”

“I know,” Lucien replied with all the stubbornness of a child. “But I want it.”

Zayn’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t argue. He simply sighed, nodded, and changed the bedsheet back to the previous one. As so