Lucien’s POV
Arthur told me about the flower incident the second I walked through the front door. He was standing in the foyer, his hands clasped precisely behind his back, looking at me with an expression that was just a little bit too smug for a butler.
"The yellow roses did not meet with her approval, sir," Arthur said, his voice entirely flat. "If I am being precise, Mrs. Knight carried the entire arrangement out to the balcony and dumped them directly into the rosebushes below. She also mentioned something about a divorce lawyer."
I let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I walked past him. "Thanks for the update, Arthur."
Honestly, I should have known better than to send standard billionaire apology roses to a girl who had literally smacked my face the day be
