Lucien Taylor sat on the couch in his bedroom, closing his eyes tightly. His white shirt was almost curled, and his tie was a little loose. The sleeves were half-folded. Someone knocked on the door. But he was deep in thought, so he didn't hear the knock and didn't respond.
Jenny entered by slowly opening the door. She noticed the tired and tall figure on the couch, buried in his thoughts. She approached him and gazed at his handsome face. His brow furrowed as if he was in a crush.
He didn't even look at the people in the living room when he got home from work and went straight into his bedroom. His behaviour indicated that he was very frustrated, so his parents did not dare to disturb him, but Jenny became impatient. She couldn't see his frustration or misplacement. So, she came to him
