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Chapter 37: Invading his personal space.

Author: Twistella
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-24 19:12:12

Arabella.

I was still perched on Lucas’s lap, barely breathing and trying not to move too much.

“The… the carnival,” I muttered, the words shaky as I tried not to move. “Would I still be able to come out? Does your offer still stand?”

I hated how small my voice sounded.

The silence between us thickened, and he seemed to be deep in thoughts while I helped my breath waiting for his reply, then suddenly, his phone rang, slicing through the quietness.

Without a word, Lucas stood up, shifting me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing, and placed me down into the chair. His hand brushed over my head, slow and deliberate, as if calming a pet.

“We’ll talk later,” he murmured.

I only nodded.

“Eat your meal,” he instructed.

Almost as it talking to a dog.

I obeyed—not out of hunger, but because defying him felt pointless. Eating was just another command. Just another leash around my neck.

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Lucas didn’t return that day.

Or the next.

I hadn’t seen him at all. The house felt calmer without his
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