Cassian remained seated on the sofa without moving.
Women shouldn't be indulged too much. Once you opened that door, endless trouble would follow. It wouldn't be good for Scarlett either.
"Scarlett," Cassian said after a moment of silence, "There's a limit to throwing tantrums. Even my patience has its limits."
Scarlett simply put on her headphones. She couldn't be bothered to listen to another word from him.
Cassian's expression darkened, and he stopped looking at her. He had thought she'd learned her lesson, but apparently her nature hadn't changed at all.
10 minutes later, the door opened. Lucien leaned against the doorframe and added lazily, "Do you need me to call security, Mr. Blackthorne?"
"Mr. Wycliffe, please sit. Are you here for the auction as well?" Cass
