Chapter 177 I Don't Mean Anything Else

Luther froze. He shot his head up, eyes staring at the woman in black-rimmed glasses. She listened attentively to Colette, tilting her head, revealing a sliver of her neck. That outline, posture, and effortless calm were exactly like how he remembered Cressida to be. Luther felt his throat drying up, his heart beating wildly. It was her. Quinn Sheppard was Cressida Ashworth. An enormous sense of absurdity, a wave of fury at being deceived, and an uncontainable joy flowed through him, threatening to swallow him whole. "Here, try this, Cressie." Colette warmly offered Cressida some caramelized ribs. Cressida didn't refuse it; she simply ate it quietly. Luther watched her intently, barely remembering to breathe. He wanted to rush to her, rip away her disguise, and demand to know why she had chosen to deceive him. However, he couldn't move. He was afraid that a single word would scare the figure that had finally appeared before him after so long. The dining room was thick with te