Lu Jianjun met her gaze, his expression unreadable. "I had something to take care of."
Vague. Evasive. She didn't miss the way he carefully sidestepped the question.
Li Na's brow furrowed. "That's not an answer."
A flicker of frustration lit in her chest. "I'm not assuming anything," she countered, voice even. "But let's not pretend this is normal. You, being shirtless and alone into some beautiful woman's bedroom in the dead of night? If there's something I should know, now's your chance."
Lu Jianjun held her gaze, his silence louder than any denial he could have offered. He was holding something back—something important. And yet, despite the storm of questions brewing inside her, Li Na knew pressing him now wouldn't break him.
