Chapter 155.

Why couldn't she just look like her sister whenever she rolled out of bed? Antonia's hair and face were never out of place in the morning.

But hers was always out of place. Lucas looked good in his black blazers and red pants. He always looked good.

"Feeling shy? Don't worry, I have just the thing for you." Lucas stood up, slowly walking towards her like a prey. Laurel subconsciously shifted back as she didn't know what to expect. Lucas grinned as soon as her back but the head board. There was no space for her to move again. Laurel was caged.

Lucas leaned closer with one hand in his pocket and the other reaching out to her, silently asking for permission before capturing her lips. He couldn't keep himself away from her as her innocent eyes keeps drawing him closer.

He didn't mind if she had morning breath. He kissed her all the same.

Laurel pulled away. "...morning breath."

Lucas shrugged. "I am not complaining. Now, eat." He pointed at the tray.