Chapter Seventy three

Lucas Sinclair found that sometimes those stupid novels and comics were right. Because he could feel his heart beats increasing when Sophia leaned towards him, looking more like a rouge.

Pardon Sophia for wishing to keep the identity of her senior a secret. It was evident that hedid not want to be recognised. So obviously, she had to lean in and say the answer in whisper, next to his ear. The person who had 'Do not disturb' sign strung via body language had turned off the sign. And was feeling like a shrinking violet. The hot breath tickled his ears.

He nearly turned into poodle. What a lovesick person he was turning to be. And the lady had not even disclosed by which smell she found on him.

This close, he could see the individual eye lashes. Those velvety soft lips nearly caressed his cheeks as she moved in. Her whispers made his body hot. Soon it cooled down though. Her answer was like a cold shower.