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She then excused herself from her husband and sat next to Lincoln. “What is going on?”Lincoln asked playing with the tips of his half filled cup. “I have no idea myself.. I can only hope Emma got it. ”Chloe replied looking at Lincoln, confused. “You think i should go check. My patience is running out. Just take a look at my beautiful Luna, shee's so pale from tears and sadness”Lincoln said starring over the table at Elaine who had been quite regardless of the fact that everyone present had tried to cheer her up.

Mr.s Lowell anymore?” Ronald scratched the back of his head “I’m sorry…Uhm I will do anything for Lucy.” I smiled, “That’s more like it!” I can see Conner’s frown and I think Ronald did too, “Ahm.. Mr. Lowell, since you are already here I think I should go ahead and let you two have this memorable moment together. Lucy, I nodded in agreement. “Okay, I won’t hold you anymore since I know you have a lot to work on in the café. Thank you so much, Ronald. I owe you a lot. You take care.” I hugged him and when Ronald also hugged back, I can see from the corner of my eye that Conner was trying to control his temper. Ronald then bowed at us before leaving. When he left Conner acted as if we was tr

Connor wraps his arms on his neck when walking inside—he is so comfortable when clinging to his collateral husband. Such luxurious piano is on the other side of the aisle. Robert goes to it and plays some soft melodic music titled Clair de Lune. Like the moonlight lighting the night—the melody glows inside their hearts. "Why are you uneasy, my husband?" Connor asked, and Paul blushed. "I-I don't know…. I am scared about lord Lincoln. What's with tonight? Butler Robert is such a talented loyalist of yours, my husband." "Yes, he plays such a masterpiece. That piano is owned by brother Lincoln. He likes to play music too. He says it calms his nerves. I hope you too," he responded with a smile w

I didn’t even remember meeting him before. “I was one of the guards outside your apartment in Chicago.” I had no idea about guarding outside my apartment before. “Ronnie Holt, also one of my cogarimes.” As I reached out for Ronnie’s hand to shake hands, I stared at his face carefully to remember where I had seen his face. “I just saw you in person today, Madame.” I nodded with a smile at Ronnie’s remark. After Lance introduced the four of them to me, Lance left with the three of them and Courtney was left with me to guard the mansion.

And I didn't give a damn even if they didn't come from my mate. Once we arrived at the party, Lincoln approached me from the entrance where he was welcoming guests. We shook hands briefly before he led me into the house where the party was in full swing. My eyes scanned the room with a disinterested expression, searching for someone before I asked him coolly, “Where is your wife, Maisie?” Lincoln appeared flustered by my unexpected question, but he managed to reply with a light-hearted chuckle, “Oh, she is still upstairs. You know how women are, always obsessed with their desire to look pretty on a special day.”

She looks around for Robert but he’s nowhere in sight. Unbeknownst to her, Lincoln pulls up in front of the house. He hides his cycle behind a bush and quietly heads for the back of the house. Scanning the place, he finds a window. It takes him a few tries but he manages to open it. Sliding in through the window, he creeps into the house. He can hear his mother’s voice from afar and quickly hides behind a large staircase. Charlotte is still searching for Robert. Where the hell is he?

King Lincoln was in his room, trying to fix his armor when the door opened and he knew it was Martha. He focused on what he was doing and didn't turn to look at her. "Good morning, Lincoln" Martha greeted calmly as she closed the door. "I'm fine" There was a pause. "Um...will you be chanced by noon?" "What's happening by noon?" Lincoln asked as he fastened his belt. "Well... nothing really. It's just that, I was thinking of bringing Roseline over for lunch". And that was the part that made Lincoln turn to look at her.

Lyon asked. “Idea bought, we will go with that. Let’s go call them out.” Rosy said. Together, they walked to the room Ronald now shared with Clara, and they knocked gently on the door. A few minutes later, Ronald opened the door, and his eyes went from Rosy down to Lyon. He was surprised to see both of them knocking. “How can I help you both, daughter and grandson of the Brown family?” Ronald asked. Lyon chuckled a little and said, “We have a surprise for you and Mom.”

xoxo, Ronnie

Lynn says when she steps into the house, her brows raised so far into her hair. She gives Glenn a mischievous smile and winks, “Carson is an older cool person, bet you’ll talk my ears off about him too.” He talks about that much about Robin? Glenn rolls his eyes and plops down on the sofa. Whatever it is he’s feeling, it’ll pass, he’s a child, impressionable. Still, I better keep my eyes on him and away from Robin so it passes quickly. “We want that pasta thing and meatloaf.” Lynn says, hands on my shoulders as she steers me to the kitchen.