With her fingers gently stroking Lucas Walker's still somewhat damp short hair, Ivana Bennett's heart also tightened.
Before, the old Butler had once said— "He is too lonely."
At that time, Ivana Bennett did not understand what Lucas Walker was lonely about.
Until now, until this moment ... she truly understood the meaning behind the butler's long sigh then.
She raised her hand to touch his face, dropping her gaze to meet his eyes.
"Then ... try to make me fall in love with you, and when that happens, I will never leave you."
Lucas Walker was stunned for a moment, and then the corners of his lips lifted into a smile.
"I will, Ivana. I will make you fall in love with me."
He stood straight up, and then lightly picked her up.
Ivana Bennett frowned, "Your wound .."
"It doesn't matter."