Chapter 645

The man’s domineering presence silenced the crowd. Someone finally regained their composure, whispering, "It's Mr. Farwell!" as Lucian passed. The crowd erupted, their reputations forgotten as they stared at his back. Despite their prestigious Horington families, they were insignificant compared to Lucian, rarely afforded the opportunity to even see him in person. This chance, therefore, was seized with rapt attention. Lucian's face was captivating.

Roxanne remained rooted in place, watching him approach. Her expression froze; she felt ill-prepared for this encounter. Her recent misfortunes—a drunken colleague at work, and now Lucian's arrival at this inopportune moment, so soon after his pointed words—seemed almost cruelly orchestrated.

Even from a distance, she felt his gaze, sharp with a hint of anger. The instinct to flee, so strong when Jessica had berated her, was overridden by Lucian's presence. His gaze pinned her, preventing her escape. Quietly, she clenched her fists to steady herself.

Jessica continued her babbling, "Jack, I really love you. Apart from being a better doctor, what else does Roxanne have that's better than me?"

Jack, however, was no longer listening; his gaze was fixed on Roxanne, a complex expression on his face. He had witnessed the strange interaction between Roxanne and Lucian during her last visit, prompting him to investigate her past. He'd learned about their history, six years ago. Then, he'd considered Lucian foolish. Now, seeing them together, his perspective shifted. Lucian, you've already abandoned her, so why do you insist on clinging to her now?

Larry, too, wore a worried frown, his concern evident. Time seemed to slow. Lucian stopped beside Roxanne, their shoulders nearly touching.

He whispered in her ear, "Ms. Jarvis, you rejected me so firmly, yet you tolerate this man's admirer shouting at you. It's late."

His hot breath on her ear froze her. By the time she processed his words, he’d turned to face the crowd, his words echoing in her ears. Her heart lurched; she had no idea what he intended. The crowd, witnessing their proximity, shifted their focus from Jessica.