Chapter 98
Lance stared at her in a daze until Madeline returned her gaze to the ocean while snacking on her fruit platter.
Her relaxed attitude somewhat infuriated him, because he expected her to act like she did last night.
Vulnerable, loving, and sexy.
Well, she was still sexy, but vulnerable and loving? Not at all.
If everything that happened last night wasn’t just a dream, Lance had just witnessed how fragile and clingy Madeline could be, which almost felt like a fever dream for him.
Lance’s lips thinned as he finally asked, "Why do you act so nonchalant right now? You weren’t like this last night."
"Oh? So, you still remember what happened last night?" Madeline chuckled and pointed at the chair. "Come on, Mr. Grant, we need to talk first."
"It’s Lance for you. Why are you still calling me Mr. Grant?" Lance protested. But he sat down at the breakfast table as requested. "I thought you had forgiven me."
"Forgiven?" Madeline raised one brow. She opened the ginger tea and served it in front of him at the table. "Just because we had sex means you’ve been forgiven?"
"Obviously. You were so into me last night, so why are you acting like you don’t need me now?" Lance protested again. He wasn’t in the mood to play a mind game, so he tried to be as honest and blunt as possible.