Chapter 122 6His House

• Isla sat on the edge of her bed with her phone in her hand for a long time, staring at the half-finished review on her laptop. The words on the screen felt dishonest. Every time she tried to describe the scallop or the broth, her mind dragged her straight back to the kitchen table, the cold shock of ice cream against her skin, the low rough sound Lucien made when he finished inside her, the way he had looked at her when he told her to open her mouth. She had typed and deleted his name three times already.
• She was still staring at the blank message field when her phone vibrated in her palm.
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