Chapter 92 Not Thinking About Her?

Soon, Thalia's voice exploded through the phone, "Lucien! How dare you not answer my calls? Do you even know how many times I've called you? Why didn't you answer?" "Thalia," Lucien said calmly, "wait for me in the lobby. There are some things we need to talk about face-to-face." "The lobby? You want me, a pregnant woman, to sit in the lobby? Just tell me your room number. I'll come up." "I'll come down to meet you." The balconies here all faced the valley outside. Last time, when he had spoken to Thalia on the eighth floor, Talia had overheard everything on the second floor. If he let her into his room now, she would likely disturb Brenda upstairs. "No way! I'm not waiting in the lobby!" "Then, I'll ask them to get another room for us—" "What, are you hiding something in your room? Or someone?" "No," Lucien replied in a low voice. "Then, why won't you let me up? You're clearly hiding something!" With that, she turned and shouted at the receptionist, "Which room is Lucien in?