You must love me

Margaret could scarcely sleep all night, her mind was overwhelmed with a series of thoughts running through it. Ever since he left the room, he never returned. She couldn't check him in his office because it requested a passcode to enter and Lucien had never shared his privacy with her on any occasions. He cherished his time alone.

Waking up the next day, she was lazily lingering in his bed, hoping to see him when he entered. If he indeed remembered everything as he claimed, she knew what came after that. Back to being a cold-hearted man.

When she heard the feeble footsteps, it was as if he wasn't walking at all, so gentle and feeble. She knew quite well that he was sauntering over to the bed. To her greatest surprise, he put his phone on the nightstand, not sparing her a glance even though she was pretending to be asleep while facing him.

Lucien used the intercom to inform Mr. Robert to tell his driver to get ready, he would be down in thirty minutes. Without a word to her, he wen