Chapter 798: Only When She Is Tired

Without a word, Lucian reached for Roxanne's hand and pulled her into his embrace. Jack, though still holding her, used minimal force, allowing Lucian to easily take her.

"What are you doing, Mr. Farwell? Dr. Jarvis permitted me to send her home. How can I explain if she discovers I handed her over to you?" Jack asked, frowning. The elevator reached the first floor.

"Roxanne is my ex-wife. Given our history, I hardly need your permission to take her home. Keep away from my ex-wife in the future, Mr. Damaris," Lucian said menacingly, helping Roxanne from the elevator without looking back.

Jack, remaining in the elevator, responded nonchalantly, "Really? Then I suppose I'll leave her in your capable hands, Mr. Ex-husband!" His tone dripped with sarcasm.

Lucian paused, shooting Jack a cold glare. "You're in no position to comment on our relationship." He continued assisting Roxanne, leaving Jack to watch with a conflicted frown.

Since learning of their past, Jack had wondered about their divorce and Roxanne's six-year absence overseas. He'd initially assumed it was Lucian's fault, but Lucian's current treatment of Roxanne made him question that assessment. A chilly breeze swept across the hotel entrance.

Despite her unconscious state, Roxanne shuddered at the wind, instinctively snuggling closer. Lucian frowned, suppressing his anger. He removed his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

A soft groan escaped Roxanne at the comforting warmth. She buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Normally, Roxanne would recoil from the slightest physical contact with Lucian. Now, however, she slept soundly in his arms.

Lucian's heart quickened; this behavior was exceedingly rare. He swiftly carried her to his car, a hotel staff member opening the door.

Lucian gently placed her in the passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and drove to her house. The car reeked of alcohol, but Lucian kept the windows up to prevent her from catching cold.

The quiet of the car allowed him to clearly hear her soft, steady breathing. Roxanne occasionally mumbled in her sleep, a consequence of her intoxication.

Lucian felt his anger significantly lessen at the sight. Roxanne had changed since returning. She's only this quiet around me when she's tired, he mused, a wry smile playing on his lips as he gently accelerated.