SAMANTHA'S POV

Lucas took his seat beside me, flashing me a mischievous grin. It was clear he enjoyed ruffling my feathers, even in front of his own father. I sat down and settled to have my breakfast, as I reached to pour myself a glass of juice, Lucas quickly reached for the jug "I got this," he said, pouring me a glass of juice. I looked up at him, a mix of surprise and skepticism on my face.

Javier seemed to enjoy Lucas' exorbitant show of care, the way he arched his brows, the smile on his face showed his satisfaction."Ah, Lucas," Javier said with a smile, "you're quickly becoming a real man and a good husband, impressive I must say."

I scoffed quietly, almost under my breath, but to my surprise, Lucas heard me. He tapped my thigh gently, I gritted my teeth, he was lucky his Dad was at the table.

He knew I saw through his act, that his actions were merely a charade. The corners of his lips curled into a mischievous smile, as if he was daring me to call him out on it. But I knew better than to