The man couldn’t have been more different from Lucien.
Where Lucien wore silence like armor…
This man wore confidence like a weapon.
He leaned casually against the grand piano in the foyer, one hand tucked into the pocket of an expensive navy suit.
His smile was charming.
Too charming.
The kind that made you wonder what he was hiding.
“I’ve missed this place.”
His gaze swept across the mansion before settling on Lucien again.
“You’ve redecorated.”
“I asked you a question.”
Lucien’s voice was cold.
“What are you doing here?”
The man shrugged.
“Coming home.”
“You lost the right to call this home five years ago.”
“I didn’t lose it.”
His smile disappeared.
“I left.”
The air between them felt charged.
Like years of resentment had been waiting for this moment.
Thomas quietly
