"Don’t look at like that, Marlowe. What I said is the truth. I didn’t lie against her," Lucian said, finishing his food and wiping his lips with a towel.
"Was it necessary to bring that up right now?" Dr. Marlowe asked, her tone tinged with exasperation. She couldn’t help but wonder what had co over him. Lucian used to be cold, calm, and calculating, but it seed Serena was bringing out a side of him she had never seen before.
"I only wanted to piss her off, since she enjoys doing that to all the ti. What’s the cri in that?" Lucian replied, his voice casual but his eyes glinting with mischief.
"It’s just not the right ti, Mr. Draven. You could eventually push her to not wanting to attend the gala for real, and you know how important it is for the both of you to attend together," Dr. Marlowe reasoned, her voice firm but patient.
"I know," Lucian said, leaning back in his chair. "And I also know you can talk to her, and she’ll listen to you. You’re very good at that. Anyways, make sure she dazzles brighter than the sun tomorrow. I want her to look like a queen." A small smirk crept onto his lips as he stood up from his seat and began to walk away from the dining room.
He paused at the doorway and added, "Also, Marlowe, I an every word I said about her and other n. Do well to instill it into her mory. I will take anything from her apart from that one."
With that, he walked away, leaving Dr. Marlowe and his n questioning what exactly was wrong with him and why he was feeling jealous of a woman he clearly claid he didn’t want.
Dr. Marlowe returned her attention to her food, but just then, her phone rang. She picked it up without hesitation.
"Maria," she called out, recognizing the na of the person on the other end of the call.
"I need to see you, Marlowe. It’s urgent," the person inford her before ending the call abruptly.
Dr. Marlowe fixed her gaze on Darrell, who was still seated at the table. "I initially wanted to take her shopping, but I have to go sowhere, and that won’t be possible now. So, in case she decides to go chose a dress by herself, you’ll have to be the one to take her."
"I don’t mind," Darrell answered, putting on a reassuring smile. "Don’t worry. I know how these things work, and I know the boss’s taste. I’ll make sure she dazzles just as he wants."
Dr. Marlowe nodded her head and quickly finished her food. Once done, she made her way to Serena’s room and released a series of soft knocks on the door, accompanying it with her voice so the girl knew who was knocking.
When she was allowed into the room, she walked in and moved to sit beside Serena on the bed.
"I hope you haven’t co to tell how wonderful he is, because I’m not buying it this ti," Serena spoke out, her tone sharp but laced with vulnerability.
Dr. Marlowe smiled gently. "I’ve only co to tell you that it’s important the two of you attend the gala together. We need to gather as much information as we can, and only one pair of eyes and ears won’t achieve much. So, please, forget about his attitude for now. Let’s work together toward our greater goal."
Serena found herself slowly calming down, a soothing effect the woman seed to have on her. She rembered the sudden change in her hearing ability and decided to ask Dr. Marlowe about it, but the woman spoke before she could.
"I initially intended to go with you to pick out the dress if you chose that thod, but I just received a call, and I have an ergency to attend to. So, anyti you feel calm enough to go out, Darrell will be more than glad to drive you to the boutique."
"What ergency are you talking about?" Serena probed, unable to keep her curiosity to herself.
"I don’t know what it is yet. I’ll find out when I get there. Don’t worry—I’ll keep you updated when I’m back," Dr. Marlowe assured her before standing up to leave.
***
"Darrell!" Lucian called out while climbing down the stairs.
"Yes, boss?" Darrell answered, hurrying away from the dining room toward the point where he heard his na being called.
As soon as he arrived in the living room, a bunch of keys ca flying toward him, which he caught effortlessly.
"How many appointnts do I have today?" Lucian asked, his eyes calculating and his tone bored.
"You have two appointnts, boss. One with the head of Consiglare and the other with Amaranth. Both are in the afternoon," Darrell answered without skipping a beat.
"Take the car to Gabe and tell him I want it done before nightfall," Lucian instructed. But he soon noticed the hesitation on Darrell’s face. "What is it?" he asked, his tone sharp.
"It’s nothing serious, boss, but Dr. Marlowe asked to take madam shopping when she’s ready. If I leave now, I won’t be coming back until nightfall," Darrell explained cautiously.
"Don’t worry about it. I’ll take her myself, since that’s what she wants," Lucian said, his tone dismissive.
Darrell’s face twisted in bewildernt. "Huh? I don’t think that’s a good idea, boss," he opposed, his voice tinged with concern.
Lucian shot him a questioning look, and Darrell quickly elaborated, "I an, the two of you just had a fight minutes ago, so I don’t think she’d want to go with you. And considering how important the event is, I think it’s better to avoid any more problems at this point."
Darrell lowered his head when Lucian didn’t say anything for a while. "It’s just my opinion, boss," he added, seeing how Lucian narrowed his eyes at him.
Finally, Lucian spoke, his tone asured. "I think your opinion makes sense. Give the keys to Adrian. He knows what to do."
The response brought so ease to Darrell’s heart, and he nodded quickly before excusing himself to carry out his tasks.
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