C85 Why Do You All Have to Leave Me?

It was already three in the morning.

Lachlan was not sleepy at all. He held a glass of red wine and stood in front of the French window, staring at the endless night.

Priscilla's arrival had disturbed his mind again.

He thought that he could forget that woman, forget her indifferent eyes and her stubborn words. He thought that he had already put on armor and was immune to everything she did