“MISS, where are you going?” Lucian asked.

Her hand was already on the doorknob, she stopped dead in her tracks. “Latton. My name is Latton. It seems like you don’t remember me?” She mumbles softly.

Lucian stared at her then shook his head.

She smiled bitterly, “Well, I’m your lover.” She explained.

He laughs. “You? My lover?” He says mockingly while looking at her from head to toe. Being in the hospital for more than a week with sleepless nights worrying about him made her look unkempt and sick.

She frowns.

“Don’t get me wrong. You are cute, but you are not my type. I mean look at you, you...