Left in a stupor, Luca stared straight at her face in response. He then scanned her from head to toe and eventually landed an intense gaze on her neck.
Out of the blue, a faint mark of intimacy was present there. Although it was not too obvious, in contrast to his mommy's snowy white, ceramic skin, its redness was particularly vivid.
Seeing the mark, the tip of his brows twitched in a shocking suspicion.
She stood beside the bed looking quite embarrassed. Her clothes were rather ruffled; in particular, noticeable creases could be spotted on the collar.
She forced herself to smile, yet it could hardly conceal her anxiety and embarrassment. A queer smile was visible in her orbs. When Luca scrutinized her with doubt, her smile became even more unnatural.
"Luca?"
