Chapter 585

“By the way, how did you injure your leg?” Jack asked curiously during their journey.

Roxanne’s heart skipped a beat, recalling the incident. She steadied herself and replied calmly, “I accidentally cut myself on a sharp conch shell two days ago during an outing. It’s nothing serious.”

Jack, unaware of the details, chuckled. “I’m surprised a conch shell got you. You seem so vigilant on duty.”

Roxanne smiled, pressing her lips together. “I didn’t think it would happen to me either.”

They enjoyed lively conversation throughout the journey. Upon arriving at Roxanne’s residence, Jack helped her from the car. They continued their cheerful banter, sharing amusing medical anecdotes.

As Roxanne beamed, a cold voice cut through the air from a distance. “It seems Mr. Damaris is in good spirits.”

Lucian stood before the mansion, his expression impassive.

Roxanne’s smile vanished instantly at the sound of his voice. Jack, noticing the change in her demeanor, ceased smiling and gave Lucian a quizzical look, raising an eyebrow. “Do you two know each other?”

Both Lucian and Jack hailed from prominent Horington families. Though the Damaris family had been reclusive for years, Jack recognized Lucian from a previous encounter.

Jack was aware of Roxanne’s connection to the Queen family—a renowned doctor and a pharmaceutical company—making their association somewhat understandable. However, he was surprised by her acquaintance with Lucian.

Roxanne, guarded, glanced at Lucian. Regaining her composure, she answered Jack, “Mr. Farwell was present when I treated Old Mr. Queen.”

In other words, their acquaintance stemmed from her treatment of Alfred. Jack nodded in understanding.

By then, Lucian stood before them. Hearing Roxanne’s explanation, he briefly glanced at Jack before his expression hardened. He remembered Jonathan’s instruction for Roxanne to maintain contact with Jack due to their collaboration. However, witnessing their closeness filled him with frustration.

Knowing Roxanne’s intentions, Lucian refused to yield. “Your leg is injured. Why did you leave the house? Where is Lysa? Why wasn’t she with you?”

Lucian’s pointed questions seemingly ignored Jack’s presence. Jack’s confusion deepened. Despite Roxanne’s claim of mere acquaintance, Lucian’s knowledge of her injury and home life suggested a closer relationship.

Roxanne knew Lucian’s actions were deliberate. She frowned subtly, distancing herself. “Thank you for your concern, Mr. Farwell. My leg is fine.”

Lucian’s irritation flared at Roxanne’s attempt to distance herself. He turned to Jack. “I’ve heard of Ms. Jarvis’s collaboration with the Damaris family. It must be progressing well, I presume?”

Jack, unaware of their true relationship, nodded. “Ms. Jarvis is highly capable, and my grandfather is very impressed with her.”

He mistook Lucian’s words for polite conversation, but Lucian’s intent was clear: he wanted Jack to leave. “I’m glad the collaboration is proceeding smoothly, but I hope you two maintain a professional distance. Thank you for seeing Ms. Jarvis home, Mr. Damaris. I’ll take it from here. You may leave now.”

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