Sonya had wanted to hide this matter from Aubree at first, but now that the latter was here, she could only comment evasively, “What makes Aubree inferior in any way? How long do you plan to make her wait?”
At the mention of herself, Aubree glanced at Lucian and curled her lips into a smile. “I’m fine, Mrs. Farwell. I don’t want to give Lucian any pressure.”
She then lowered her head, looking aggrieved.
Seeing how thoughtful she was made Sonya’s heart ache. She glared at Lucian more sternly, but he remained indifferent.
“I’m not making her wait. I’ve already made my intentions clear from the start. You’re the one leading her on,” he said.
“You!” Sonya cried out in exasperation, only to be held back by Aubree.
“Don’t be upset, Mrs. Farwell. Lucian has… He has his way of doing things,
