Lydia was laying down on the bed, seeming lethargic. She was yet to change out of her nightwear and brush her hair. There was a book in her hand.
This was the first time Violet had seen her in such a disarrayed state.
She hurried over, placing the plate of food on the table and sat down on the bed. Concerned, she asked, "Are you alright, Lydia?"
Then, on the bare parts of her neck, Violet noticed the small red marks, and her cheeks heated up.
Lydia followed her gaze and brought her hair forward to cover them. She responded, "I will live."
"Did you and Lucas sleep together?" Violet questioned, curiously.
Lydia knew there was no use lying.
"It happened. Even I can be in a fuzzy mind and make mistakes."
"Why would you sleep with Lucas?" Violet mumbled, furrowing her brows. Lucas was a playboy, who was wrapped up in different women's sheets everyday.
Why would someone as respectful as Lydia even sleep with him?
