Lucien had barely taken a few steps into the courtyard with Cynthia in his arms when she spotted Jacqueline standing in the center.
Tonight, Jacqueline looked stunning—completely different from her usual sweet and innocent image.
She wore a tight-fitting mini dress that accentuated her alluring curves, exuding an irresistible charm with every move. She was sultry, radiant.
Cynthia instinctively lowered her gaze to her own disheveled appearance, a faint sense of inferiority creeping into her heart.
Jacqueline's face was adorned with an enchanting smile—until her eyes landed on Cynthia in Lucien's arms. In an instant, that smile vanished, replaced by an icy, penetrating stare.
Cynthia had expected Jacqueline to throw a fit at the sight of Lucien returning home with a disheveled woman in his arms. She braced herself for an explosive confrontation.
But to her surprise, nothing of the sort happened.
Just as Lucien set Cynthia down and she barely found her balance, Jacqueline gracefully app
