"You're back?" Luke asked with a frown. He noticed that her coat was wet from the snow.

He knew exactly what she had been doing outside.

He frowned because Luca did not brush the snow off her shoulders, which made her clothes wet. 'What if her coat isn't waterproof and the clothes inside are wet? What if she catches a cold?'

"Yes, Mr. Crawford." Luca glanced at him, then looked away.

Luke's tone was cold as he reminded her, "Your clothes are wet. Change out of them."

Luca looked at her clothes.

"Shoulders," Luke reminded her.

Luca glanced at them and found that they were indeed wet. It did not matter since her jacket was waterproof.

"Mr. Crawford, it's dinner time. Do you want to order something?" she asked.

Seeing that she was not in a hurry to change, Luke understood that her clothes were waterproof. Even if the outer layer was soaked, the clothes inside would not be affected.

As such, he did not mention it anymore. The temperature in the room was high, and the moisture on the surface could be dried fairly quickly.

"Are you going to cook?" Luke asked. He noticed that she had looked at the kitchen when she came in earlier.

He had specially asked Jason to book a suite with a kitchen.

Not many who traveled on business would stay in suites as such. There were not many family suites like this in hotels.

Jason made a reservation at this hotel after asking around.

Luca nodded and said, "I went to check out the restaurant downstairs and it's all Russian food. I don't feel like eating it."

"I'll have what you're having," Luke said and maneuvered his wheelchair back to the room.

Luca understood what he meant. He wanted her to cook.

kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and sure

that could be commonly found in supermarkets. There was no issue for her to prepare a

to cook, and after she decided, she took out the

as well. If he wanted to eat, she would prepare

replied to her saying no and that he was

on the apron

On the other hand.

not stay long and left after talking

was rarely

calm down.

It hurt...

left, Gordan went up to

he did not want to see her ugly face. It was

stood up and walked to the

only pass his bedroom when she took the stairs back to her

stairs so that she could bump

passed by Gordan's bedroom, she stopped and knocked on

is it?" Gordan's voice

lips. She still wanted to talk to Gordan. She did not

ask her what she

Before she could even say anything, he turned

said it in his usual

hates being by my side... Is it

bedroom in despair, closed the door, and sat on the sofa by the

did so to feel closer to him. She lied to herself saying that

same collection,

find them, but Gordan had personally found the collectibles through various means. Hence,

to give

little, but in

a sigh. Everything that happened that day was like an extremely sharp knife that cut

persistence and him deliberately ignoring her. It had been the

She loved Gordan.

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