Chapter 148: Isn't It Supposed to be a Kiss?

Lucas Walker had asked an intensely difficult question, and he was far too clever. To come up with a reasonable explanation, she had to think carefully.

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes, tomorrow," Ivana yawned. "I've been exhausted these past few days. I want to sleep in and have Italian Cuisine for lunch. I'll be waiting for you at the Italian Restaurant at 1 o'clock. Okay, I'll be... leaving!"

She waved at Lucas Walker and began to walk away.

Her wrist tightened, already caught again by Lucas Walker.

Ivana's heart tightened when Lucas Walker grabbed her wrist. Would this guy really not let her leave again?

With a degree of doubt, Ivana Bennett slowly turned around.

Lucas Walker lifted his other hand to tighten the jacket that was about to slip off her shoulders. "Should I escort you downstairs?"

Seeing that he intended to let her go, Ivana Thompson breathed a sigh of relief. "No need, my room is on the eighth floor, 0856. It's pretty close, there's no need to go to such trouble."