Lu Feng couldn't quite pinpoint what he was feeling; there was a sense of bewilderment, a loss of direction. He gathered his thoughts and shook his head, "You've had a long day, go take a bath, I'll ask the maid to prepare dinner."
He gently urged her to stand, but a woman's intuition is sharp—she sensed Lu Feng's sudden detachment. She regretted her prideful retaliation against Cecilia, forgetting that Lu Feng disliked overly assertive women.
She stepped back with a smile, "Then I'll go take a bath, do you want to join me?"
She flirtatiously blinked at him; in the past, if she'd invited him like this, Lu Feng would have scooped her up without a word and headed to the bathroom.
But today, he surprisingly refused, "You go ahead, I'm going for a walk outside."
Eden stood on the steps, watching his silhouette fade beyond the hall doors, her smile fading, her heart heavy with discomfort. Lu Feng, does the current me scare you?
