Chapter 866:
“He won’t be interested in me.”
Yvonne’s irritation mounted. “You haven’t even tried to get to know him. How can you say that for sure? Are you trying to make me upset?”
Lucilla lifted her head slightly and countered, “You saw it yourself — he has someone he likes. She’s stunning and graceful. How could I ever compare?”
“I’ve encountered plenty of women like her at parties. Socialites like her are common. Caden has seen enough to grow weary of their type. You’re twenty-one, in the prime of your life — the kind men find irresistible. Use your intelligence, and there’s no man you can’t captivate.”
Lucilla’s face showed reluctance. The thought of how Caden looked at her intimidated her. The idea of getting close to him seemed futile; he likely wouldn’t even engage in conversation with her. Moreover, she couldn’t bear the thought of disrupting someone else’s relationship.
Yvonne, recognizing Lucilla’s hesitation, smiled sardonically, took her hand, and said kindly, “Lucilla, I’m not just steering you toward a luxurious life for your own sake. I’m doing this for your family. Remember, you’re not living solely for yourself now.”
Lucilla’s expression wavered. She nibbled on her lip.
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Today marked Ray’s birthday. His elder brother, Blake, was in charge of the celebration. After delivering a brief congratulatory speech on stage, he approached the table where Ciara sat.
Alicia was there too, engaging in light conversation with Ciara.
It had been a while since Blake last saw Alicia. Mixed feelings slowed his approach, but he greeted her politely, “Hey, Alicia.”
Alicia stood, taken aback.
“Mr. Langstaff? Hi.”
Her eyes quickly darted to Blake’s hand. Her look of astonishment was unmistakable. He had a prosthetic hand.noveldrama
Noticing her gaze, Blake raised his glass of wine with his right hand. “Thank you for joining us at Ray’s birthday. May I propose a toast to you?”
Alicia inspected his hand closely. Despite the subtle sluggishness of the fingers, it closely resembled a real hand. Though she was unaware of the designer, she felt a sincere happiness for him.
As she reached for her glass, a man intercepted it first.
Puzzled, Alicia turned around.
Caden had appeared at some point and, with a casual flick of his wrist, clinked his glass against Blake’s. “She’s allergic to alcohol. I’ll drink this on her behalf,” Caden said.
Alicia was momentarily speechless. After all, it was just water, not liquor.
Blake, familiar with Caden’s unpredictable antics, couldn’t help but chuckle. Even after two years, Caden remained unchanged — ever the protective one.
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