Even if Ashley cried and put on that pitiful look, there was no way Lucian would agree. He had no plans to take her home; she should recover in the hospital.
But if she put it that way, how could he refuse — especially when Lucian, of all people, deeply understood her reasoning?
It was not about him or her, but rather the world and life Lucian had been painstakingly building for Primo and Ashley — a life they could truly live in. Now she wanted the same goal, not for herself but for Primo.
"Let's… let's just go home to Primo."
Silence settled between them as they stared at each other longer than they should have. After a beat, Lucian let out a shallow breath and walked toward her bed.
Lucian sat on the edge, draping an arm across her lap while planting his other hand beside her. He leaned forward slightly, looking her in the eye and studying every gleam in them.
"Is that really what you want?" he asked, his voice low.
Ashley pursed her lips and nodded. "That's what I want."
