Chapter 705: Cannot Make Decisions On Her Behalf

After cleaning the coffee table, Roxanne rose to discard some trash. Lucian stood in the doorway, blocking her path. “Could you please let me through, Mr. Farwell?”

Lucian frowned at her voice, stepping aside to allow her passage. His gaze lingered on the flowers she’d left on the couch, his eyes flashing with anger.

Returning from the trash, she heard him murmur, “Didn’t you say you’d treat me the same as the others?”

Roxanne halted, meeting his gaze with a questioning expression. Frowning deeply, Lucian asked, “Why did you return the flowers I sent, yet keep those from other people?”

Before she could answer, he pressed further: “So, who are the flowers from? Larry? Or Jack?”

“They’re…” she began, then, noticing his displeasure, stopped abruptly. Lucian, expecting a reply, was surprised by her silence. His displeasure deepened with her continued silence.

Roxanne wished to ignore him, continuing toward the house. He seized her wrist.

“Why aren’t you answering?” Lucian’s gaze was dark, his suspicions about her relationships with Larry and Jack intensifying.

Roxanne stopped, her gaze cold and filled with frustration. “I’ve explained my relationships with them many times. If you insist on misunderstanding, there’s nothing I can do. And what you said earlier—that was your own assumption. I never agreed to it.”

Lucian’s expression darkened further. After a moment, a sarcastic curl touched his lips. “Indeed, I’ve deluded myself.”

He released her wrist. Surprise flickered across Roxanne’s face. It’s the first time he’s let me off so easily…

A tense silence hung between them.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll prepare dinner,” she said, breaking the silence and heading toward the kitchen. This time, he didn’t stop her.

From the kitchen doorway, his voice rang out: “There’s no need to prepare dinner for Essie. I’ll take her home when she comes downstairs.” His gaze was intensely dark, frightening.

The way I see it, he thought, Roxanne’s acceptance of flowers from another man is equivalent to accepting his pursuit. Naturally, I shouldn’t intrude. Taking care of Essie has likely become an inconvenience for her. Otherwise, why would she leave the three children home to eat takeout?

Roxanne turned, glancing at him. “It’s a promise I made her. As long as she doesn’t say otherwise, I’ll make dinner. Even though you’re her father, you can’t make decisions on her behalf.”

With that, she turned and entered the kitchen.

When Archie, Benny, and Estella came downstairs, they found Lucian standing silently in the living room. The trio exchanged glances, sensing the strained atmosphere. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that the two adults had argued, and it was about those flowers.