Claiming His Luna
the nun informed us, her voice carrying a hopeful tone.
“Yeah, Lucian, I know how much you adore children,” I decided to torment him, enjoying the opportunity. Sister Flora looked at him with hopeful eyes, awaiting his response. I could see him struggling to decline.
“Sure, we’ll be there. My wife has been searching for some artwork to adorn our home,” he said cheerfully, casting a glance in my direction. My playful smugness quickly transformed into a resentful glare. Now, it was Lucian who was grinning like a fool. He wrapped his arm around my waist, displaying a false sense of affection. I forced a fake smile towards the nun, who regarded us with adoring eyes.
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