By the time Beauty had finished dawdling, Lucas was already out of bed and fully dressed.
Suddenly, the room felt different—what had once been her private sanctuary now unmistakably belonged to two people.
The shift was so abrupt it left her unsettled.
"Pack your things.
I'll have the housekeeper come later to help move your belongings," he said.
His words made her freeze.
Had he just married her only to kick her out immediately?
What kind of twisted game was this?
Confusion swirled in her mind.
Lucas saw right through her hesitation.
Rising from the sofa, he delivered a cool explanation: "Now that we're married, you're my wife.
Did you really think you'd keep sleeping in your old room?"
"Then where am I supposed to sleep?
On the street?"
Still groggy from sleep, she let out a big yawn before turning to him with a dazed expression.
"I had the staff prepare our new bedroom yesterday—it's just around the corner.
