Chapter 273 – I'm Not What You Think I am
The lunch wasn't as chaotic as the pool, thankfully. The aura of thirst had diluted somewhat, simmering beneath the shaded umbrellas and spritzers, no longer at a full public-orgy threat level. But the attention was still there. Lingering like perfume in the air. Every few minutes, Lux could feel it—someone glancing over, another woman giggling behind a cocktail glass, someone whispering "That's him."
But he didn't care. Not really.
Because for once, he wasn't playing.
He was relaxing.
The steak was good. Rich. Seared just enough to be sinful. The eggs were fluffy, buttery. The grilled salmon was seasoned like it had studied under angels.
The tea, however?
Herbal. Bitter. Unapologetically healthy.
Lux grimaced after each sip like he was drinking regret. But he drank it anyway. Small steps. No coffee today. Just self-inflicted torture and leafy consequences.
