Lucian didn’t expect his father to be in such a hurry to go and pick Estella up.
After hanging up the phone, he glanced at the time. Seeing that it was still relatively early, he wanted to phone Roxanne to inform her about the situation. But on second thought, he snagged his jacket and went downstairs.
Downstairs, Catalina had just prepared dinner. When she saw her employer coming down, she hollered, “The food is ready, Mr. Farwell.”
Lucian halted in his steps for a fleeting second. “Go on and eat. I’m not having dinner at home.”
Having said that, he left in huge strides without waiting for a response from her.
Catalina stared at the man’s back, bewildered for a moment. In the next heartbeat, understanding dawned upon her.
Aha! Who else could induce such an expression on Mr. Farwell
