Back in the office, Roxanne’s response ignited Lucian’s anger. Nonetheless, he quickly suppressed it when he recalled what his objective was. Instead, his tone sounded a little colder. “Of course I know what it means. I also assume that you, Ms. Jarvis, would understand my intentions too.”
With a slight wrinkle of her brows, Roxanne, already feeling tired, could sense that Lucian was acting strangely today. “No, I don’t. Whatever it is, Mr. Farwell, just say it to me directly.”
Amidst his frustrated expression and burning rage, Lucian asserted, “I hope that you’ll return to my side!” His words came as such a sudden shock that Roxanne felt as if she was hit by a sledgehammer.
If it had happened six years ago, she would have been overjoyed to hear those words.
However, now, a sense of mockery was all she felt upon regaining her senses.
What does he mean? On one hand, he’s engaged to Aubree. On the other, he’s sending me roses. What do Aubree and I really mean to him?
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After a long silence, the anger within Lucian finally dissipated. He, cognizant of his own words, furrowed his brows in remorse.
Holding back his emotions, Lucian continued as if nothing had happened, “Furthermore, Essie needs a mother. Since she just adores you, and I remember that you, too, are very fond of her-”
Unexpectedly, Roxanne cut him off before he could finish, “Who do you take me for, Mr. Farwell? Do you think that just because Essie likes me, that automatically qualifies me to be her mother? By that logic, Essie’s birth mother is more suitable than me for that role. Therefore, it’s better for you to send Essie back to her!”
Frowning in response, Lucian attempted to clarify himself, but the call ended before he could say a word.
In the end, his eyes brimmed with anger and regret as he stared at the blank screen of his phone.
I’m truly at my wits‘ end on how to get through to her. After I went this far and declared
this far and declared my intentions clearly, she still ends up misunderstanding me! What in the world did I do wrong?
After ending the call, Roxanne turned around to look at Lysa. “Lysa, please take the flowers back to the florist and get them to personally hand them over to Lucian.”
Lysa felt hesitant upon hearing Roxanne’s words. “Ms. Jarvis, don’t you think it’s inappropriate?”
Lucian’s sincerity was obvious even to an outsider like her.
Throughout this entire time, she had seen for herself how attentive Lucian was to Roxanne.
Every time the latter fell sick, he would always be by her side to care for her.
Consequently, there was no reason to doubt Lucian’s feelings for her at all.
By doing this… Even if she doesn’t accept him, is it really necessary to go so far as to crush his heart?
Narrowing her eyes, Roxanne retorted matter–of–factly, “Why is it inappropriate? I should have never received them in the first place.”
No sooner had she spoken than Roxanne explained to Lysa, “Don’t misunderstand. Our relationship isn’t what you think it is. One day, when we have time, I’ll tell you all about it.”
Roxanne’s words filled Lysa with even greater curiosity.
It looks like there’s more to them than meets the eye. In that case, it’s not my place as an ignorant outsider to judge.
With that thought in mind, the conflicted Lysa agreed, “I’ll return as soon as possible. You should stay put and not move a muscle. Or else, the wound might rip open.”
Roxanne pursed her lips and smiled.
