Beauty woke up feeling like every bone in her body was about to fall apart.
Thankfully, Lucas had already left for the office.
This floor was practically deserted, and the maids only came to clean if they noticed a door left open.
Clutching her clothes, she dashed back to her own room in her nightgown.
Just as she turned the corner, she ran into one of their maids.
The woman gave her a knowing smile that sent chills down her spine, nearly making her stumble.
Everything that had happened the night before felt like a dream—all the pleasure and tenderness now buried under the morning sun.
During the car ride to school, she kept pressing the driver for details about Lucas's schedule for the day, but he remained tight-lipped.
It wasn't until lunchtime that she finally spotted a familiar figure in the first cafeteria.
He was slouched in a plain black T-shirt, looking utterly exhausted.
"Dyson."
She approached him and called his name softly.
