Chapter 31

Alexander frowned. "Who told you to wear those thin stilettos? Does it hurt?" Samantha rolled her eyes. "Mind your own business! ...Yeah, it hurts. I think I twisted it!" He gently picked up her injured foot and, spotting the swelling and redness around her ankle, his brows knitted tighter. "Doesn't look like the bone's hurt. We'll ice it at home." "Hey, I haven't eaten yet!" Samantha protested, pulling a face. "I'm starving." "You'll eat at home," Alexander said firmly and swept her up in a princess carry before she could argue. "My Farsenian food, though..." Behind them, Lucas found himself force-fed a heavy dose of PDA. He froze mid-step, his neck stiffening. But watching the usually prickly couple act so sweet for once, he swallowed the rest of his complaint and muttered to himself, "I guess I'm full too." ... The car pulled up to the villa. Alexander got out first, walked around, opened Samantha's door, and held out both hands. "Come on." "I can walk on my own," Samantha shot him