Beauty was momentarily stunned by the sudden movement, her back stiffening briefly before she regained her usual aloof composure.
The soft glow of the light enveloped his profile, softening the typically sharp contours of his face.
"Has your cold gotten better?
Didn't I tell you not to work while you're sick?
Do you have no regard for your health?"
Lucas's voice was icy as he spoke, his piercing gaze fixed on the distant river, his brows slightly furrowed.
Beauty smiled warmly, her expression patient.
It seemed this man still understood her best—he knew she could never stay idle at home, yet he still reminded her not to push herself while unwell.
"I'm feeling much better today.
No more runny nose, just a bit tired and weak.
Even if you told me to sit in my room and do nothing, I wouldn't be able to!"
As she spoke, she took a step forward to stand beside Lucas, their shoulders nearly touching.
