Beauty hadn't expected Lucas to return tonight.
He had been staying at the company for several days.
When his car pulled into the mansion's driveway, she was sitting at the dining table with Laura.
Though neither had openly argued, their expressions were visibly strained.
The butler, spotting Lucas's arrival, immediately greeted him with a warm smile.
Taking the suit jacket from his hands, he asked respectfully, "Sir, you should have informed us of your return.
Have you dined yet?"
"Not yet.
Have they eaten?"
"The young lady and madam are still having dinner.
What would you like?
I'll have the kitchen prepare it right away."
Lucas's cold gaze shifted slightly as he replied in a low voice, "No need.
I'll have whatever they're having."
With that, he strode into the main hall.
The butler promptly instructed a servant to set an extra place, poured a glass of water for Lucas, and then discreetly withdrew from the dining area.
