Chapter 77 What If I Don't?

Lucien's brows furrowed deeply as he stared at the screenshot Zachary had just sent him. Without thinking, he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and headed toward the balcony. "Where are you going?" Thalia asked behind him. His brows pinched even tighter. Lately, Thalia had been obsessively strict about his whereabouts—almost to the point of paranoia. The second he left her sight, she'd always ask the same thing. "Where are you going?" "To the balcony. Just going to have a smoke," he replied. But Thalia wouldn't let up. "Why do you need your phone to smoke? Who are you calling?" Lucien's patience snapped. "Can't I read the news? Just because I'm holding my phone doesn't mean I'm calling anyone! And even if I was—it's work! I might need to give some instructions to my team. That's not allowed now?" Thalia gave a soft laugh and tugged at his hand. "I didn't say it's not allowed. I'm just worried about you…" "Worried about me?" Lucien let out a cold laugh. "Thalia, your so-call