The soft hum of the jet engines filled the crisp morning air as Catherine stood on the private airstrip within the vast estate. Lucius’s private plane was ready for departure, but she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
Her arms crossed loosely over her chest, her gaze fixed on him as he exchanged a few last words with the pilot. His white dress shirt was crisp against the morning light, his black coat draped casually over one arm, and yet, despite his composed appearance, there was something different about him today.
Something reluctant.
She stepped closer as he turned to face her, her voice low but firm. “You barely stayed.”
Lucius arched an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze. “I was here for four days.”
Catherine narrowed her eyes. “That’s nothing. And considering how you got here
