Lucas swung the goblet in his hand, his prominent brows arched upward, scrutinizing with interest the girl standing before him.
After a few seconds, he spoke with a low voice, "You've changed a lot these past few months, but you still can't drink.
Your wild temperament, however, remains the same."
Beauty let out a cold snort of displeasure.
Of course, she knew what he was referring to.
It was nothing more than her having another squabble with his beloved little sister.
Did he really need to mock her?
"I may be a wild girl with a bad temper, but what is your sister?
She lacks manners more than I do."
Originally, she wanted to say that Laura doesn't have the etiquette a socialite should possess.
But upon meeting his icy gaze, she swallowed those words.
Lucas paid no attention to her words.
To him, these were just conflicts among girls.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling window, the landscape was still shrouded in rain and wind.
