Chapter 685

Lucian and Aubree left the Pearson residence together. Aubree, in the passenger seat, feigned sobs, hoping to garner Lucian's attention. He noticed her distress but remained silent, already knowing the cause of her argument with Samuel. He feared further comment might intensify her tears.

Aubree, realizing her theatrics were ineffective, ceased her weeping, turning to gaze out the window in disappointment. Then, noticing the time, her voice thick with unshed tears, she asked, "Lucian, it's late. Aren't we going home?"

Lucian replied impassively, "I've booked you a room for two nights." His intent was clear: he wasn't taking her to the Farwell residence.

A wave of icy dread washed over Aubree. "Will I be staying there alone?" she asked, defiant.

Lucian merely raised an eyebrow and grunted. Gina had advised a brief separation; his hotel booking was a gesture acknowledging the Pearsons' past kindness.

Aubree's expression froze. She had assumed her plan with her parents was proceeding smoothly, but she had miscalculated. Lucian had agreed to take her away, but not to the Farwell residence. The hotel booking was unexpected. What on earth? Can't I even book a hotel room myself? Anger simmered beneath her composure.

Soon, Lucian's car pulled into the driveway of a five-star hotel. He exited, but Aubree remained seated, her thoughts unreadable.

"We've arrived," Lucian's deep voice announced, jolting her from her reverie. She offered a strained smile before exiting the vehicle. Once his back was turned, her cheerful facade crumbled.

They entered the hotel. Lucian had booked her a three-day stay in the presidential suite. After checking them in, he gave her the keycard and turned to leave.

Aubree began to sniffle. Lucian, impatient, turned back. "Is there anything else?"

Aubree looked up timidly, hesitating before mumbling, "I don't like sleeping in hotels. It's late, and I'm scared of being alone. Can you escort me upstairs?"

Lucian studied her warily, but seeing no deception and considering her recent quarrel with Samuel, he conceded, "Let's go."

A grateful smile touched Aubree's lips, though fleeting. She lowered her head and followed him. A sly glint momentarily flickered in her eyes, unseen by Lucian.

They walked to the elevator in silence. Lucian, weary from a long day, was frowning, his mind already drifting.