Chapter 87 Lucien, Is Alexander Your Brother?

• The sea stretched out in glassy blues, broken only by the churn of the yacht's wake. Isabel and Lucien had had breakfast and were now leaning against the railing.
• Isabel's fingers curled around the cold steel while Lucien stood beside her and lit another cigar. The smoke curled from the cigar before it was blown away by the breeze. Both of them silently looked towards the sea horizon, different thoughts swirling in their minds.
• "You've always wanted to ask me a question," Lucien broke the silence. "Ask now." He took a drag, gaze locked on the endless line of the horizon.