Lucien's POV
I don't know how I was able to drag my body back to my room, but one thing was certain in my mind, they were going to pay for this.
I pushed the door open to the sterile hospital room. A soft humming sound welcomed me. My eyes immediately fell on the figure sitting beside my bed, peeling tangerines. My eyes twitched, and I glanced at the clock hung in the hallway.
12:30 am. Normally, visitors are not allowed by now. I drew in a deep breath, then steadied myself. "It's too late to visit someone. Who let you in?" I asked. The person by my bed didn't even flinch. He continued peeling the tangerines and placed them on a plate by my bed.
"You should eat them. I peeled them personally. Only a few have that privilege," he said, wiping his fingers with a soft handkerchief that had a designer label on it.
