로그인A few minutes later, the sound stopped. The bathroom door opened slowly. Elowen stepped out with a towel wrapped around her damp hair. She wore a simple nightdress, and her cheeks were slightly pink from the warm bath. Lucien lifted his eyes and looked at her. His gaze softened instantly. Elowen noticed it and smiled. "What?" she asked, walking toward the dressing table. Lucien did not answer immediately. His eyes followed her movements quietly. "Nothing," he finally said. Elowen laughed softly. "But your eyes said otherwise." "You shouldn't have asked them, since you already know," Lucien said with a smile. Elowen glanced at him briefly and teased, "Why does this sound familiar?" Lucien understood what she meant. "That's definitely something my wife says most of the time." Elowen used that sentence often. "I see." Elowen nodded in understanding. "I would love to meet your wife though." Lucien stared at her back for a second. "Stop playing around and come he
Paul froze.The note remained in his hand.For a long moment, he did not move. His eyes stayed fixed on the sentence written in red ink.'Don't think I don't know it's you.'The room suddenly felt colder.His breathing became uneven."No..." he muttered quietly.His fingers tightened around the paper.Who had put it there?The note had not been in his coat before he left the house.Which meant someone had slipped it into his pocket while he was at Calderwood Mansion.Paul's face darkened.His mind immediately went back to the people he had met there."Josephine?"He shook his head. It couldn't be her.She was too innocent to have noticed anything, and that was one of the reasons he had loved her so deeply."Mitchell..."He whispered her name, but quickly dismissed the thought. She had barely paid attention to their conversation.Then another face appeared in his mind."Lucien."His jaw tightened.The young man had been watching him from the very beginning.Paul slowly lowered himself
Paul and Janet left Calderwood mansion.The car ride felt different from before.Janet kept stealing glances at him, but Paul didn't speak. His eyes stayed fixed outside the window in the distance as though something was on his mind and clearly his mind was somewhere else.In her mind, Janet kept replaying the way he had looked at Josephine.She shouldn't feel hurt as she knew. It had always been like that. A kind of softness he never showed anywhere else, not even to her, his wife.When they got home, Janet got out of the car first.Paul followed slowly.Neither of them spoke until they entered the house.The door closed behind them with a soft click.That sound broke something in Janet.She turned immediately. “Paul”He paused. “What?”“You were different today,” Janet's voice was calm but there was tension in it.Paul sighed slightly, removing his jacket. “I'm tired, Janet”“No,” Janet quickly said, stepping closer. “Don't do that. Don't dismiss it.”Paul stopped moving but his fac
The atmosphere inside the study remained heavy for a while.Nobody spoke.The truth had shaken all of them.Mitchell sat quietly beside Harris, her eyes still red from crying.Lucien stood by the window, staring outside. His thoughts were restless. The photographs, the note, the attack, everything was spinning inside his head.Then once again, his mind drifted to Paul downstairs.His eyes narrowed slightly. The strange feeling he had gotten from the man returned. It wasn't something he could explain. It was just there.A quiet feeling sitting at the back of his mind.Lucien straightened his shirt and turned to Mitchell and Harris."I'll head downstairs," he said as he walked toward the door.Mitchell frowned immediately."That's all?" she asked.Lucien nodded. "For now."There was nothing else he could tell them. Not when he himself still didn't know who was behind everything.Mitchell and Harris exchanged glances before standing up as well. They followed him out of the study.The th
After checking on Elowen, Lucien stayed in the room for a few more minutes.Elowen was sitting comfortably on the bed, reading through messages from her fans. She looked up when she noticed that he was unusually quiet.If it were any other day, he would have already told her to put her phone away and rest."Are you alright?" she asked softly, but suspicion filled her eyes.Lucien stared at her for a moment before nodding. "I'm fine."But Elowen wasn't convinced.She had known him long enough to know when something was bothering him.Still, she didn't press further, knowing it was useless because he wouldn't tell her even if she asked."If you say so," she replied with a small smile.Lucien walked over to her and hummed softly. "Hmmm... I just missed my wife."He lowered himself onto the bed, resting his head against her neck and breathing in her scent."Aren't I here?" Elowen asked in confusion.They slept and woke up together every day and were always together during the day. Why wou
Still at Mitchell's apartment...The police cars drove out of the apartment.They had come after receiving the emergency signal. They took Mitchell's and Harris' statements about the shooting before leaving."Why are you quiet?" Mitchell asked Lucien, who looked lost in thought. "Do you know something?"The way Lucien had been observing the area and the slight fear in him when he rushed in earlier made Mitchell think that there was something going on.Lucien didn't reply immediately.His jaw was clenched tightly."You are scaring me, Lucien," Mitchell murmured, feeling uneasy because of his silence. But her nature made her not show it too much. "Tell me what's going on," she urged him."Let's head home first," Lucien said as he opened the back door of the car for her.He nodded at Harris to get in too.He hadn't wanted to get anyone involved in the case.He wanted to get to the root of it alone, but it seemed that was no longer possible.The person behind his father's accident didn't
The silence that followed was heavy. Adrian stood frozen, his hand still hanging in the air where Elowen’s had been moments ago. He stared at her as though she was someone he once knew very well, yet could no longer understand. Her small movement—pulling away from him—felt louder than any words sh
Lucien knocked softly on the office door of Mr. Grey, the Chief Inspector and his superior. Mr. Grey had sent for him.“Come in,” the man’s voice sounded from inside.Lucien gently opened the door and stepped in. The faint smell of coffee and paper filled the room. Mr. Grey sat behind his desk, fli
The house was quiet when Lucien returned home. He paused at the entrance door. The silence made him frown. It gave him a strange feeling in his chest.He was used to coming home to the sound of the television playing, or Elowen laughing with Cecelia in the living room, or Elowen wheeling herself fo
8:00 a.m., Whitemere Family MansionMrs. Whitemere stood outside the mansion with her arms folded, her expression dark and displeased as she watched Scarlett step out of her new car.She had found out about Scarlett’s attitude the previous day—how Scarlett had insisted on getting a new car and how







