Harsh

"Are you alright?" Hugh asked Lucia as they walked into the penthouse. Lucia turned around and hugged Hugh all of a sudden. It was like she was waiting for Hugh to talk. Hugh held her and patted her back continuously. He waited for Lucia to answer his question. That was the thing he cared about.

"Do you think I was too harsh on him?" Lucia asked in a shaky voice. Her doe-like eyes looked up at him and Hugh melted. At this point, he would give up anything and say Lucia was right. But he had to restrain that thinking. He then asked Lucia, "What do you think is harsh?"

His question made Lucia scrunch her brows. Inwardly, she knew she was harsh to her grandpa. He was only trying to keep her safe. "Come here." She heard Hugh say and he led her toward the couch. Hugh sat on it and rested his waist on the handrest. He then guided Lucia to sit between his legs.

Lucia settled between Hugh's legs and rested her back on his chest. She felt soothed, her body ached from the long meeting she had.