Chapter 34 Lucas's Suspicions

• The morning air in Alexander's estate was crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly cut grass. The sun filtered through the large bay windows of the dining room, casting a warm glow over the gleaming oak table. Celia sat across from Alexander, her eyes darting nervously between her untouched plate and the man who occupied far too much space in her mind.
• Alexander looked calm as ever, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his tablet, though Celia knew better. She had learned to read the subtle tension in his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow that betrayed his composure.
• The sound of the doorbell shattered the quiet morning, making Celia jump slightly.