Substitute For The Devil's Bride: One-night Stand
Lucian asked softly, turning to her with unexpected warmth, “what would you like to eat, my dear wife?”
“Lucian,” Layla pleaded quietly, her voice breaking, “let’s just go. Please. Let’s leave this place.”
“You don’t want to eat anymore?” he asked slowly, studying her face.
“Let’s go,” she nodded firmly.
“Okay, wifey,” Lucian said with a faint smile, intertwining his fingers with hers.
‘Wifey?’ Layla’s eyes widened in surprise. That was the first time he had called her that. Around them, the crowd gasped, seeing the great Lucian Hilton, usually so cold and untouchable, acting warm and protective toward his wife.
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