Unveiling the Hearts

32. Hot chocolate

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Lucian couldn't focus on anything. He couldn't when there was a sword hanging above his head. This could ruin the little bond he had with Micah. This could make him hate Lucian but if he didn't force him, his sisters would always resent him for those eleven years he missed.

Lucian found himself hanging in the middle, not really sure if he did the right thing, compromising his relationship with Micah and choosing his sisters.

Would it hurt if Micah stayed at the mansion and didn't talk to him at all? He was already starting to not love Lucian.

Lucian fiddled with the file in his hands. He blinked and looked up when the lights turned on. The man who was just presenting something, took his seat.

"I think we're done here," Lucian said, his voice rather cold as he stood up and buttoned his coat. His assistant stumbled behind him as he strode out of the room. It was almost eleven now.

"Shall I cancel the next meeting, sir?" He asked, hesitantly.

"Yes, please," Lucian answered, stopping abruptly. The man behind him dug his heels into the floor, so as not to slam into Lucian's back. That'd be weird.

He nodded and pulled his phone out, while Lucian turned and strode straight to the elevator.
"Cancel tomorrow's plans too," he said, stopping before the elevator. "I'll be with family tomorrow. Make sure no one disturbs me."

"Will do, Mr. Mazzanti." The man nodded his head violently.

Lucian let out a nod and entered the elevator, waiting rather impatiently as it descended down the building.

The driver was quick to get the impatient man home. The tapping of Lucian's foot against the passenger seat had the driver sweating profusely. That's why he made sure he dropped the man home before his sweat dried.

"I'm home," Lucian whispered, as he entered the threshold. There was that uncomfortable silence to welcome him that made his heart drop like any other time. He didn't like this silence greeting him when he got home. He had been welcomed by silence when he reached home late, all the time and everytime it didn't fail to make him feel miserable.

Feeling a sadness bloom inside slowly, Lucian moved to the kitchen to grab a drink. His footsteps echoed in his ear, painfully loud. The ringing silence contributing to the torture.

He opened the kitchen door and flinched when he saw a figure sitting on the barstool. Micah's head snapped up, clear signs of sleepiness in his eyes.

"You're back," he said, his voice coming out heavy as he slid off the counter and stood up.

"You're up." Lucian said. Though he meant it like a casual remark, it came more of a happy realisation.

Micah nodded as he got behind the counter.
"Hot chocolate?" He asked.

Lucian found himself nodding, before even considering the offer. He slid into the seat on the counter, facing the man.

Lucian observed the man, noticing the stuff already put out. He had prepared everything beforehand. He felt his head hurt as he got the sudden urge to cry.

"Thank you," Lucian mumbled, when Micah placed the huge cup before him. Lucian looked at the drink, not having imagined he'd ever have it willingly. He thought it just wasn't his style. His style was black coffee, or whiskey, anything alcoholic. Not hot chocolate.

But when he took a sip of the warm delicacy, he couldn't help but close his eyes and delve into the great taste. As the chocolaty drink slid down his throat, he felt comfort spread through his whole body. A weird sense of comfort.