As the elevator approached the top floor, the doors slowly opened.
Lucian immediately returned to his senses. Upon stepping out of the elevator, the sight of the dimly lit corridor made him frown a little.
Aubree quietly followed him from behind.
When they arrived at the doorway, Lucian inserted the keycard and opened the door for her. He stopped and looked at her indifferently, waiting for her to enter the room herself.
Aubree paused, turning to look at the person beside her. She was silently asking why he was not going inside.
“You'll have to make do with this for the next few days. I'll try to talk things through with Mr. Pearson. Maybe I can make him calm down and see reason,” said Lucian coldly. He had deliberately turned a blind eye to her questioning expression.
Having heard this, Aubree became visibly crestfallen. “Lucian, have you really not figured out why I argued with my dad? Is that all you have to say to me?”
Lucian's expression remained as mild as it was before. “You're not going to want to hear what I have to say right now. I suggest getting some rest and not overthinking things.”
After saying this, Lucian turned around and left.
Aubree already looks slightly unhinged. I'm not sure what she's going to do if I stay on.
Lucian did not want to cause any more of a scene than necessary only because of the kindness the Pearsons had once shown him and the fact Aubree had just been kicked out of the house.
However, he barely managed to walk two steps when he felt someone grab his clothes from behind.
Lucian could feel his heart sink. Maintaining the same impassive attitude, he turned around and said, “Let go!”
“I won't let go! Lucian, I'm scared! Won't you stay and keep me company?” Aubree's face was a mix of pleading and determination as she continued, “At the end of the day, we're still engaged! Nobody is going to bat an eyelid if you stay!”
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