Chapter 110

Calliope jolted like she'd been zapped and snapped awake in an instant. Her face turned tomato-red as she scrambled off his leg and made a beeline back to her seat, hands fumbling in pure panic. She ducked her head so low it almost touched her chest and didn't dare glance in Conrad's direction. While an awkward silence settled between them, the table next door suddenly got loud. "Angelina," Lucien said, his voice intentionally louder than necessary, "once this busy stretch is over, I'll fly abroad and bring your mom back myself. We should start planning the wedding properly. Don't want anyone clinging to fake hope now, right?" Angelina replied sweetly, "Lucien, you always think things through. I'm sure Mom will be thrilled about the wedding too." Lucien scoffed, theatrical as ever. "Of course. I'm nothing like a certain someone, mooching off others, rushing into marriage just for status. Doesn't even know basic manners-hard to even call that a man." But honestly, Calliope wasn't listen