Filed to story: Leaving the Country After Divorce Novel (Lucian & Roxanne)
Jonathan, too, couldn’t help but furrow his brows.
Since dinner started, he could already feel something was wrong between Lucian and the two women, but unfortunately, he couldn’t put his finger on it.
“Aubree?” Frieda mumbled, baffled at how stunned her friend was.
Thankfully, Aubree was brought back to her senses and quickly forced out a smile. “Well, I still have work to do, so I shan’t disturb you guys any longer.”
Even though Jonathan and Frieda could tell that something was amiss with Aubree, they refrained from asking any more questions. After exchanging a few more words, they eventually saw her off.
Once they were back in the mansion, Jonathan immediately turned to his sister. “Hey, how did you know that Dr. Jarvis has kids?”
Frieda pursed her lips. “I saw them when I was out for lunch with Aubree. Oh, I also know that she’s Lucian’s ex-wife! I can’t believe she had the gall to come back!”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan was momentarily shocked before realization dawned on him.
No wonder I had the nagging feeling that there was some awkwardness between Dr. Jarms and Lucian! She’s the woman from six years ago!
Even after leaving the mansion and getting into her car, Roxanne still felt pretty unsettled from the conversations at the dining table.
She took a moment to collect her thoughts and only started the car when she had calmed herself down.
All of a sudden, someone rapped on the window.
Roxanne whipped her head around in the direction of the sound, but when she saw who it was, she looked away and pretended not to have heard anything.
Alas, the person outside knocked on the window again, going so far as to bend down to peer into the car.
Even though Roxanne knew no one could see her from the outside, she couldn’t help but tense up. After some hesitation, she finally gave in and rolled down the window. “What is it?”
As it turned out, Lucian had been the one standing beside the car. When he heard Roxanne’s voice, he calmly raised his brows. “I didn’t drive here today. Mind giving me a lift if it’s convenient for you?”,
With that, he reached a hand out for the car door.
Unfortunately, before Roxanne could even get her bearings, Lucian had already entered the car and settled into the passenger seat.
He promptly fastened his seatbelt and added, “Let’s go.”
Roxanne finally came to her senses, but she was anything but pleased. “Where’s your chauffeur?”
“It’s already so late. Since I can easily get a ride, why should I trouble him to come all the way here!”
Those words rendered Roxanne speechless, and it took a while before she blurted out, “If I remember correctly, Ms. Pearson hasn’t left either. I think she’d be happy to give you a lift.
As soon as the words left Roxanne’s mouth, an awkward silence befell the car.
Having realized what she had said, she instantly felt a pang of regret and lowered her gaze, not saying anything more.
Lucian stared at Roxanne’s side profile, his gaze dark and indecipherable.
Does she resist me this much? Why must she always push me to Aubree?
After a while, he replied coldly, “She still has something on and doesn’t have plans to leave yet.”
Roxanne gripped the steering wheel angrily.
How dare he! Aubree’s too busy to give him a lift, but that doesn’t mean I’m obliged to do so!
Unfortunately, with the way Lucian sat unmoving in his seat, Roxanne knew she’d never be able to chase him out of the car.
As such, she had no choice but to start the engine and drive off from the Queens’ mansion.
At the same time, Aubree marched out of the mansion and immediately turned livid when she saw Lucian through the rearview mirror.
Without further ado, she hopped into her car and followed them.
Once they had gotten onto the main road, Roxanne suddenly recalled something. “Where are you going?”
Lucian had had a long day at work and still had to rush over to join Alfred for dinner. Now that he finally found a moment of peace, he could feel the waves of exhaustion washing over him.
After hearing Roxanne’s question, he quickly massaged his temples to wake himself up. “To the office. I remember it’s along the way for you.”
“It’s already so late, though. Are you still going to work overtime?” Roxanne asked gently, her brows knitted as she glanced at him.
Lucian merely hummed his acknowledgment, too tired to say anything else.
For some reason, he always felt so relaxed when he was around Roxanne.
Seeing as how Lucian had no intention to talk, Roxanne, too, continued driving in silence.
However, every time she thought about how he was sitting right beside her, questions would start flooding her mind.
She remembered that before their divorce. Lucian had once said Aubree was the only woman qualified to marry him and that their marriage had to be put on hold solely because of Roxanne.
Naturally, that became a thorn in her side for years.
It was much later when she finally thought things through and decided to grant Lucian his freedom.
I thought that once I left, he’d immediately marry Aubree. But it’s been six years since then, and they still haven’t had their wedding. What on earth happened during that time?
With that in mind, Roxanne instinctively glanced at the man beside her. She was on the verge of shooting the question when she once again suppressed that urge.
Ultimately, this is a private matter between Lucian and Aubree. What right do I have to question them when I’m nothing more than an outsider? Besides, whatever happened between them couldn’t possibly be my fault.
Lucian closed his eyes. Just when he hoped he could finally rest his mind, a wave of random thoughts instantly came over him.
He didn’t know what had gotten over him either. His chauffeur had been waiting for him outside the mansion, but when he saw Roxanne getting into her car, all he wanted was to follow her.
By the time Lucian realized what he had done, he had already come face to face with Roxanne through the car window.
Of course, it went without saying that he had to get into the car.
Could it be because I overheard Roxanne’s conversation with Old Mr. Queen? The sheer thought of her marrying some other guy makes me so frustrated!
All of a sudden, the ringing of Lucian’s phone broke the silence in the car.
He quickly gathered his thoughts and stared at the caller display, his gaze darkening as he did.
“Mr. Farwell, when are you coming back? Ms. Estella has a fever.” Catalina said anxiously.
Lucian’s expression turned cold immediately. “Got it. I’ll be right back.”
As soon as he hung up the phone, he turned to Roxanne. “Can you please send me back to the manor? Essie’s not feeling well, so I have to go check on her.”