[Warning: This chapter contains very explicit, mature content. Reader discretion is advised.]
Back at the mansion, Nolan stood on the porch, watching several cars make their way into the driveway. When one of them stopped right in front of the entrance, he lowered his head.
"Welcome back, Master, Madam—"
Nolan's greeting halted abruptly when he saw Lucian carrying Ashley in his arms. His brows knitted, his heart pounding loudly as his mind immediately jumped to the worst conclusion. But before he could ask, Lucian had already walked past him, saying,
"Shut off our floor."
The lines on Nolan's face deepened as he stared at Lucian's back. "Master?"
Lucian's steps paused, and he glanced over his shoulder. "Don't let anyone in until I say so."
With that, he continued forward, while Ashley simply hid her face, pinching his shoulder.
He didn't have to say that.
It wasn't direct, but it might as well have been an announcement of what they were going to do.
