Lucien accompanied Athalia up to the bedroom, having Judith follow from behind. After instructing Judith on her special bath treatment, he finally stepped out of the room, pulling the door shut behind.
Slowly gazing up, his eyes locked locked with Penelope's spiteful ones. Her lids narrowed.
He let his hand fall off the door knob, staring plainly at his fiancée. She had a crease formed on her forehead, having her hands crossed.
"So that explains it", was all Penelope said, hardening her scowl.
Lucien blinked lazily at her. "What?"
Penelope stepped forward. "I saw them".
"Saw what?"
"Her eyes, prince Lucien. I saw her eyes".
Lucien didn't respond, maintaining his emotionless expression as he stared at her for a few seconds.
"So?" He crooked a brow.
Penelope twitched her lips, "Do
