Chapter 1772: Uncomfortable

Lucian, engrossed in Roxanne, seemed oblivious to anything unusual. He offered Roxanne a glass of water, saying, “You must be thirsty after such a long conversation.” She accepted with a smile.

Elektra felt overlooked. Lucian’s undivided attention remained fixed on Roxanne; he didn’t even inquire about her needs. She flagged a server, requesting, "Excuse me, I'm not enjoying the coffee. May I have a glass of lemon water instead?"

The dishes arrived, including Elektra's lemon water. She noticed Lucian’s complete disregard for her presence, despite her being a guest. The awkwardness intensified; she regretted accepting the lunch invitation. Why didn't I say no? Letting Roxanne treat me put me at a disadvantage.

To break the silence, Elektra asked, “Lucian, Ms. Jarvis, why didn't you bring the children tonight?” (She knew they were at school, but needed to initiate conversation.)

“They’re at school,” Roxanne replied, spooning Lucian’s favorite dishes onto his plate. “We’re planning to take them out tomorrow, since it’s the weekend.”

Disturbed by their affectionate interactions, Elektra continued, “I’d love to meet your three children. I hear they’re quite handsome. Is that true?”

Lucian’s interest piqued. “Yes, they are. After all, Roxanne and I are their parents. Good genes.”

Elektra’s heart sank, but she maintained a brave face. “Wow, I really must see for myself. I wonder what kind of gifts I should bring?”

“There’s no need, Ms. Lane,” Roxanne replied. “They have everything. You must be very busy having just returned. Don't bother with gifts. I’ll introduce you another time.”

Roxanne observed Elektra’s gaze at Lucian throughout the meal, sensing something amiss—a hidden admiration.

Time crawled for Elektra. After a few hasty bites, she declared herself full. “Thank you for the meal, Ms. Jarvis. I'm rather busy having just returned. I need to meet some old friends later, so shall we call it a day?” She wanted to leave immediately.

Roxanne agreed. As Elektra prepared to depart the private room, she expected Lucian to see her out, given his reputation for etiquette. Instead, he ignored her, attending to Roxanne. “I recall this is your favorite,” he said, spooning food onto Roxanne’s plate. “Try it. It’s more authentic here.”

Elektra left, feeling deeply uncomfortable. Roxanne watched her go, narrowing her eyes.

Her experiences with Aubree and Jack's near-death incident had profoundly altered Roxanne. Previously consumed by fear, she’d avoided Lucian’s advances, uncertain of his and the Farwells’ intentions regarding Archie and Benny. She’d suppressed her feelings, trying to let go. But only she knew the depth of her love. Now, with everything back on track and her children with both parents, she wouldn’t let anyone ruin her happiness.