Chapter 4

I didn't want to bother with him, but my friend called me over.

As I approached, I saw Lucas skillfully mixing drinks.

With his expressionless face and tightly buttoned shirt, he was the epitome of restrained allure.

My friend teased, looking at him, "Lily, do you think someone so perfect might have any weaknesses?"

The other students around us started joking, "What, are you planning to blackmail the handsome guy with his secrets?"

My friend glared at them before turning back to me. Lucas was also staring at me intently.

Considering his prominent family background, I decided to play it safe.

"I don't know him well enough to say," I avoided his gaze, looking down at my glass, feeling inexplicably dejected.

Suddenly, a drink was placed in front of me.

Remembering that this cocktail contained raw egg white, I felt a wave of nausea.

My friend quietly asked why I wasn't drinking.

"It's disgusting, makes me sick," I said, only realizing how it sounded after the words left my mouth. I looked up to see Lucas's face turn pale.

I wanted to explain, but before I could open my mouth, he excused himself, claiming to feel unwell.

After the meal, when everyone else had left and I was about to head home, I suddenly heard soft crying.

I walked over to find Lucas crouching on the ground, sobbing quietly.

His face was still flushed from the alcohol, his entire face rosy, with tears hanging from his eyes. He looked like an abandoned puppy, gazing at me with such a pitiful expression.

"Will you be my mistress?" he asked abruptly.

His sudden frankness caught me off guard. Before I could answer, he curled up like a snail retreating into its shell and started muttering to himself.

"I knew you'd be disgusted by me too. I disgust myself, but I just can't control it..."