Octavia’s quiet acceptance to the whole situation had surprised Lucien. He had expected her to throw a fit, cause a scene or act like a toddler who’s lost her precious candy. She did none of those.
Well, he couldn’t really care less.
Walking half way across his suite, Lucien picked up his glass of wine from where he had previously sat and proceeded to his room. His steps only came to a stop when he caught a reflection of himself on a full view mirror hung on the wall.
He stared at the reflection, blinking a couple of times as his mind seemed to whirl.
Octavia was now out of his life, permanently, thus he could focus more on work. But for some reason, that wasn’t the case. In fact, his dedicated amount of time for work had reduced because of certain thoughts that he frequently
