Chapter 163 It Hurts

Lucian came out of the shower, and his face fell when he saw the person lying on the bed.

"What are you doing here?"

Paul, who was reading a high school chemistry book he had somehow found, didn't even raise his head at the question.

"She doesn't want to stay with you."

"I don't want to stay with you either, so if you insist on being annoying here, just go sleep on the floor."

Finally, Paul reluctantly shifted his gaze away from the book, glanced at Lucian, and then lay down before him, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Lucian wasn't used to the bed, but he had some trouble sleeping tonight. He sat on the sofa on the balcony, quietly smoking and looking at the scenery outside.

Although the winter here wasn’t as cold as Capeton, it was damp and cold, with a biting wind.

The balcony and the bedroom were separated by sliding doors, which were closed.

The warm air from the air conditioner couldn't reach the balcony, and the hand holding the cigarette had long lost its war