A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage (reese and hudson)

Lukas appeared somewhat displeased, "What? Can't I even show gratitude? Someone helped my wife, and I can't even thank them?"

Seeing Lukas getting so invested in this, Reese couldn't help but gently interject, "It's not that. I've already repaid James's favor. Let's leave it at that."

Lukas let out a light snort and frowned in displeasure, "Fine then, I'll listen to you."

Reese felt complex emotions. She sensitively sensed that Lukas was different from before.

He used to never say things like "you're my wife" on one hand and "I'll listen to you" on the other. He respected her thoughts, even offered apologies proactively. However, she genuinely wasn't accustomed to it. It was almost easier to deal with the days when he maintained a cold and clear boundary.

Facing this kind of Lukas was making Reese quite anxious. It seemed like he noticed her unease as he furrowed his brows and said, " Reese, you can treat me as a friend from now on."

Lukas appeared quite pleased with this notion. Starting as friends, then progressing from friends to lovers. Given their current marital status, taking their relationship to the next level wouldn't be far off.

Reese had no idea what he was up to this time. She looked at him with a mix of shock and horror, "Ah! Friends?"

Lukas must have taken the wrong medicine to suddenly want to be friends with her.

overly romanticized perspective, but Reese's reaction caught

expression

was inwardly bemused. Who would dare to be friends

a moment and then suddenly asked, " Reese, are you

tried to play it off, "No,

a complex expression, "Don't

This person might have worms in his

of me. I won't

laughed stiffly, "Mr. Strakovski, I'm not afraid of

way she

Reese rolled her eyes. Of course, he won't eat her, he's more

continued, Lukas maintained a noticeable silence, his mind preoccupied with his own thoughts and

as she casually changed her shoes, seemingly indifferent to his presence, and proceeded to

intensified, causing him to question whether his attempts to convey his feelings were still insufficiently explicit. He couldn't help but ponder whether his emotions were being accurately conveyed, or if he needed to make his intentions