Jack's POV I slouched lazily on the sofa in the Simpson estate's living room, mindlessly scrolling through my phone. The afternoon tea scenario playing out before me was suffocating —my mother's calculated praise of Lucy Taylor, Lucy's excessive eagerness to please, and their thinly veiled matchmaking attempts that they somehow thought I couldn't see through. I just wanted to escape as quickly as possible. "Don't you agree, Jack?" My mother's voice yanked me from my thoughts. I finally lifted my gaze from my phone screen, making no effort to hide my impatience. "Mom, I'm going out tonight. Don't prepare dinner for me." Lucy's face immediately fell, her disappointment embarrassingly obvious. "Jack, aren't you on vacation? Do you really need to go out for business?" I deliberately avoided her gaze, focusing back on my phone while giving a half-hearted response. "Made plans with Daniel and the guys." I could sense Lucy biting her lip, her voice taking on that practiced woun
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