I shifted slightly in my seat, stealing another glance at Lucian. His grip on the wheel was tight, his gaze locked on the road ahead. The silence between us was deafening, thick with something unspoken.
I pressed my lips together, curling my fingers against the fabric of my dress. A part of me wanted to ask if he was okay, but another part knew it wasn’t my place. He had shut Madeline down so easily, so coldly—almost like she never meant anything to him.
Was that how he treated people once he was done with them?
A strange feeling twisted in my chest, but I shoved it away. It wasn’t my concern. I was just his maid, nothing more. Whatever happened between him and his ex-wife had nothing to do with me.
I didn’t even know the divorce was finalized. Maybe that was why he had been so scatter
