Brianna woke up in an unfamiliar room. It was a bright, well-ventilated room. The fresh air coming in from the windows makes the refined sheer curtains dance in soft wave movements. She rubbed her eyes. She was trying to analyze what situation she is in now. She looked around. "It's definitely not a hospital." She murmured. "Not my room either." She tried to check if she was bound or restrained. Her instincts were usually like this. Being in constant danger due to her profession, she always prepares her mind for any possibilities of being caught off guard and captured by her enemies. She realized she wasn't. "Just what the hell is going on?" Just then, the door opened, and Lucien Michaelson came in with a glass of fresh juice. "Hey, how do you feel?" He asked very nicely. So kindly that Brianna cannot even believe it. "Thirsty...?" She slowly sat up and answered his question like she wasn't sure what to really say. She

Clark shook his head in disbelief. She still had the title of his profession on his name when Nana called his name.   Lucien was faintly smiling at the two. Nanna never changes, just like Clark never giving up. This conversation had happened many, many times before, but the results never seemed to change. He got into the room first, and he was astonished to see Brianna in his white shirt. It was definitely a different sight from how she looked earlier. It warms his heart that she looked so divine and serene in white, plus the fact that it was his shirt. He walked briskly to reach her bed faster than Clark and made sure the duvet neatly covered her.   Nanna and Clark, who noticed him walking briskly, thought something happened, so their gaze followed him with a worried look. Clark blinked his eyes in disbelief, seeing Lucien so cautiously covering the lady on the bed with the duvet. Clark gave Nanna a questioni

Only Lucien and the sleeping Brianna were left in the very spacious guest room when the nanny went to do as her boss had asked her to. Lucien walked over to the bed.  He cannot take his eyes off the serene and peaceful beauty with her long, curly raven-black hair, which was in a bun earlier this morning, now freely spread all over the white covered pillow she was lying into. She has milky white skin from her face down to her neck, and as his eyes traced down her exposed skin, he noticed a line of a scar under the end of the shirt's left sleeve. Not really sure how long it was, but he can tell it wasn't where it ends. And with the thick scar it appeared to be, he can also tell it was from a serious wound.  "Could she have had an accident while racing?" He thought as he remembered she said she was a racer by heart. And then, he realized something. "I need to know more about her," he was thinking about calling his secretary Vic

"Are you alone?" the mom asked his son with obvious expectations. "I don't remember saying I am coming with someone," Lucien eyed his dad. He just said maybe not for long when he was asked if he was coming alone again. He did not say he was coming with someone right away. His dad, Levi Michaelson, bulged his eyes in denial as he shook his hands, saying he didn't say anything. But Lucien knew his mom would only have the idea coming from his gossiping dad. "Alright, alright, we can wait until you bring her along," Sandra excitedly held her son towards their table on the balcony. Lucien lets his mom do as she wishes.  "Have you had your breakfast?" Asked the mother to her son. The husband felt totally ignored. But he is used to such scenarios. He is always second to his son when they are both around, which happens too rarely nowadays, and so he lets his wife be.  "Mom, I am here for your profession

"I will, thanks, mom," Lucien kissed his mom before he got into the backseat of his car. His loving parents walked him all the way to his ride like he was a toddler to be sent to a preschool. He smiled at the thought as he buckled his seatbelt. This scenario had happened many times during those days. Both of them would send him to the car that would drive him to school and would normally be worried. The mother was worried her son would not make friends there, while the father worries about him being abducted or harmed by the enemies of the boy's grandfather. But all those days are gone. They are now part of his childhood memories.  "Drive safely," Sandra peeked inside the backseat window to see Tatum as the windows were so tinted she could not see anything from the outside. "Yes, Ma'am," the driver politely answered.  Sandra wanted to ask why Lucien did not mention Tatum Elliot in his story about the road accident, but when