Lucien sat in his chair for a long time, his mind still spinning from the recent collision. His left shoulder still throbbed with a dull ache. He reached up to rub it, secretly thinking that if he ever had to pull off these kinds of stunts again, he would definitely have to choose a safer angle to stand. Damian Thorne moved as fast as the wind, and his body was as solid as a rock; crashing into him felt like being sideswiped by a truck.
The monitor was clearly lit up with the unfinished poster sketch file, but Lucien's mind was preoccupied with other matters.
"Are you sure it was not on purpose?"
That question still echoed in his head. The first world had gone so smoothly, making Lucien think that every male lead would be like that, but it seemed that was not the case. But why would Damian, having been suspicious from the very beginning, still bend down to help him pick up the documents, and even give him an opportunity to get closer?
"000." Lucien called out softly.
