Chapter 689 Heart Thumping

Jack and the others had settled down on the third floor, led by a servant, and their room happened to be near Spencer's.

Seeing Jack and the others enter the room, Spencer frowned. Was this a stakeout? But Bailey didn't give him a chance to question it. He opened the door and said,

"Spencer, this is your room. You can stay here for the next two days."

"What choice do I have?" Spencer quipped.

Bailey had a ruffian-like smile as he leaned into Spencer's ear and whispered,

"Choice? This is my home, not yours."

After the warning, Bailey turned and walked away. He was anxious to see his cute little niece!

Spencer was enraged by Bailey, but he couldn't do anything about it. As soon as he walked in the door, he didn't know how he was going to make it through the next two days. Spencer was starting to regret coming along, and was more regretful than ever that he did not resolutely resist Esmae's offer of Lucia to come to the Davies Manor.

With a slam of the door, Spencer could only express his anger in such a childish manner.

Entering the room, Spencer had time to call his father, Erik, to let him know he was okay, but Erik was not happy with Esmae's arrangement.

"Spencer, with Esmae's arrangement, you won't have time to go back to San Francisco to spend the holiday with me."

"Dad..." Spencer also felt helpless. "The Brown family is going to have a big party at Christmas, when all of Chicago's elite are going to be there. It's a great time to network. I can't miss it."

"I'll go, too," Erik suggested, but he didn't get a response from Spencer.

"Spencer?" Erik called out to his son in confusion.

"Dad..." Spencer didn't want to tell the truth, but he had to explain himself. "You know that Ms. Wilson has some... problems for you. She won't let you stay with her at Brown Manor for Christmas." "Why?!" Erik was furious when he heard that and shouted, "I'm your father! I'm related to the Brown family. Why Can't I go?!"

Why? Didn't he know?

Spencer mumbled to himself, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Instead, he comforted his father.

"Dad, it's just Christmas. We have time to spend together. Why should we care?"

"It's Christmas!" Erik said unhappily.

"Dad, don't put me on the spot..." Spencer sighed and complained.

Sure enough, Erik was silent for a moment. Just when Spencer thought he understood him, Erik said coldly,

"Fine, I won't go. I'll spend Christmas alone!"

Having said that, Erik hung up immediately, leaving Spencer alone to face the busy tone of the phone.

Lucia slept for four hours, and when she awoke, it was dark.

Lucia, who had just woken up, was still a little dazed. She looked around in a daze and then slowly remembered that she had returned to the Davies Manor.

In an instant, she felt awkward. She remembered that she had woken up when she arrived, but because she was too tired, she had fallen asleep. Could it be that she did not even greet Edwin and Sophie that she had been sleeping since then?!

"God, how rude of me..." murmured remorsefully, Lucia quickly got out of bed, tidied up her messy hair and opened the door to go downstairs. She didn't expect to see Arthur coming in the moment she opened the door.

"Are you awake?" Seeing that Lucia was still a little confused, Arthur palpated and asked her gently.

"How long have I been asleep?" asked Lucia, embarrassed.

"Not long, just a few hours. Just in time for dinner," Arthur replied with a smile.

"A few hours..." Lucia felt powerless. She was so sleepy that she had slept on the plane.

Lucia just didn't feel it, because she was relaxed around Arthur.

Lucia's heart was racing, but Arthur was pleased to see her expression change so many times. Seeing that her hair was still a little messy, he raised his hand to fix it for her. Lucia obediently stood where she was and asked him to fix her hair. owns this text.

"Okay." Arthur smoothed Lucia's hair and, consciously or unconsciously, his thumb brushed her cheek.

The tactile sensation on her cheek was so clear that Lucia's face turned red instantly. Coupled with the blush from her sleep, her whole face looked gorgeous.

Arthur's eyes darkened as he looked at Lucia's pretty face. He tried his best to control himself and suppress the urge to hug this cute little woman tightly. Then, he said,

"Come downstairs. They're waiting for us."

"Okay." Lucia did not notice Arthur's heart throbbing. She was afraid that Edwin and Sophie would be waiting for her for too long, so she quickly made her way down the stairs. Arthur could not help but laugh when he saw that she was in a hurry. He reached out to hold her hand.

"Take your time."

Lucia turned and smiled sheepishly. She was about to say something when she heard a shout from the other side of the stairs.

"Lucia, Arthur! What are you doing?!"

Lucia and Arthur turned their heads at the same time. When they saw Spencer's hideous face, their expressions instantly turned cold. They had the same coldness in their eyes.

Just now, when the servants went upstairs to call him for dinner, Spencer lowered his head and walked down. He did not expect to see Lucia and Arthur walking down the stairs hand in hand as soon as he reached the second floor. How could he hold back his anger? After a loud shout, he rushed at them.

"Lucia, I promised to let you come back to see your son, but I didn't promise to let you be courting with Arthur!"

Arthur didn't want to put Lucia in a difficult position. He was about to remove his hand when he felt his palm was grabbed. It turned out that Lucia was holding his hand in return.

"I'm the one who decides what to do here. Spencer, you don't have a say in what I do." Lucia didn't want to let go of Arthur's hand, let alone be scolded by Spencer.

"Aren't you afraid I'm going to tell Ms. Wilson?!" Spencer said angrily, glaring at the two of them holding hands.

"Tell her," said Lucia, defiantly, "Am I afraid you'll tell on me?"

"Lucia, do you think you can do whatever you want to do with the Davies' protection?" Spencer asked her in a cold voice.