Chapter 122
Midway through the meal, Lucy excused herself to use the restroom and took the opportunity to return a call to Jane.
After hanging up, she turned to head back to the private room. As she walked down the hotel’s long, narrow corridor, a tall man with sandy blond hair approached her, smiling flirtatiously.
“Hi, beautiful lady. Mind making a friend p>
Being hit on abroad was nothing new. Lucy opened her mouth to decline, but before she could speak, a hand clamped around her arm.
The stranger glanced up and saw Kingsley standing there, radiating an
overwhelming aura of hostility. The man immediately muttered a quick “Sorry” and hurried away.
Lucy yanked her arm free. She was about to walk away when a low voice stopped her. “Jules is using you p>
“Fine by me if he uses me,” Lucy fired back, her eyes cold. “Cash talks. But you, Kingsley? You don’t get to say a damn thing about it p>
She paused, enunciating every word clearly. “And we have long since divorced p>
She turned on her heel and walked away briskly. Back in the private room, she immediately reset her expression and resumed discussing project details with Mrs. Smith. When Kingsley finally returned after a smoke, the room was missing a person-Lucy had already left.
Sitting in her car, Lucy tapped out a quick message to Jules: [In the future, if he’s going to be there, don’t invite me p>
Jules’ reply popped up almost instantly: [My dear Lucy, I truly didn’t know he’d be there! If I had known, I wouldn’t have brought you even if it killed me p>
Lucy glanced at the screen, didn’t reply, and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the steering wheel.
When Lucy arrived home, she found Seven lying on the floor, playing with a toy car. When little Seven looked up and saw her, he instantly dropped his toy and came running at her, shouting excitedly in German, “Mutter p>
Lucy smiled, bending down to scoop him up and nuzzling her nose against his soft cheek. “Did you miss Mama p>
“Miss!” Seven nodded his head vigorously, his voice soft and sweet.
On the sofa, Wyatt sighed dramatically. “Lucy, I really need to sign up for German lessons. I can’t understand a word he says half the time p>
Lucy kissed the top of Seven’s head and looked over at her brother. “He speaks English too p>
“Yeah, but he suddenly blurts out German sentences, and every time it leaves me totally confused,” Wyatt complained, throwing his hands up helplessly.
Lucy looked down at the toddler in her arms and gently squeezed his small hand. “Then you’d better fear. When he gets older, he might just use German to prank you.
Seven, seemingly understanding, looked at Wyatt with his big, round eyes and hid a mischievous smile looking for all the world like he knew exactly what they were discussing.
Shortly after Lucy left the restaurant, Kingsley returned to the table.
Mr. Smith looked up at him and asked casually, “Sherwood, I remember you’re married, right p>
Kingsley leaned back in his chair, his tone flat. “Divorced p>
“Apologies for prying into your personal affairs,” Smith said immediately.
Kingsley’s expression didn’t change. “It’s fine p>
The group chatted for a while longer
Qu
before the dinner concluded. Outside the hotel, after seeing the Smiths off in their car only Kingsley
and Jules remained
Kingsley turned to Jules, his voice calm but laced with absolute certainty. “Mr. Holt,
you like Lucy p>
Jules, a smile playing on his lips, turned to look at him. “Is it that obvious p>