#Chapter67

“What do you simply by that?” Madonna’s heart was filled with dread as she put forth her hesitation before the man who was carrying her in his arms as though she was a burden of some sort.

To Madonna, Lucius was that part of puzzle that is layered infinitely. She could not make up her mind on what kind of a person he was. He was humble one moment but the next she met him, he was rude. Sometimes, he was conniving while the other times he was pretentious as though he was blindly following her rules.

Madonna could not believe what Lucius was. She had had her uncertainties...