Claire's POV
The car drove quickly. Inside, the silence was broken only by the occasional sound of turning paper.
I glanced up at Lucius, who sat on the opposite side of the cabin, his attention fixed on the documents in his hands.
When he was focused on work, it was probably his most vulnerable moment. This man was very charming when he wasn't being aggressive. His sharp features softened in concentration, dark brows furrowed slightly. His green eyes glittered like gems in the daylight.
"What are you looking at?" Lucius suddenly asked without lifting his gaze from the papers.
I immediately averted my eyes, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. "Oh, I'm worried about the plan," I said casually, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Don't worry. I've taken a rough look. There shoul
