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I figured that Rayan had a similar look on his face. “I don’t watch chick flicks,” Nate said. “Who’s Mr. Knightly?” “One of his siblings marries one of Emma’s siblings, and he’s a close friend of her family. He calls her out on her stupid shit, but does so privately so she’s not super embarrassed and humiliated. He’s also a complete gentleman to everyone,” Kimia explained. “He’s the perfect guy,” I looked over at my perfect guy. “Something like Kamron.” He grinned at me. I never realized how much he had in common with one Mr. Knightly until Kimia explained him to everyone else.

I wasn't trying to get involved in anybody's business, but I needed a book that was right next to where he was sitting, and when I reached for it, my hand bumped his notebook. "My bad," I said. He looked up, and his eyes was sharp. Intelligent. Assessing me the same way I'd been assessing the school. "You need something?" he asked. Not mean. Just direct. "Just the book." He moved his stuff to give me space, and I grabbed what I needed. But as I was walking away, he said, "You're Eloise, right? The scholarship student?" I turned back. "How'd you—" "My pops works for the president. Sloane's father," he said. "People talk. They say you and Quinn got friendly."

“I said I can do that myself and do not need your help, Miss Camille.” The finality in his tone made me shudder. I lifted my head slowly and stared at him. There was no warmth on his face. And his voice was so commanding and dominant, that it sent an unexpected tremor through me. I wanted to get angry and lash out. How dare he speak to me this way? How dare he treat me like I didn’t matter when I was the school’s golden girl? But something stopped me, despite my anger. Mr. Ashford was exactly what I wanted. His dominating voice, so different from Julian’s dismissive indifference, sent an unfamiliar shiver across my skin.

What kind of man handles a woman's giant, faded, ripped-up underwear with such grace and zero judgment? Lucian Knight. That's who.

Tris asked, trying to sound neutral. The man leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "The book of Erebus. It's an ancient text, said to hold the secrets of the universe." Anne and Tris exchanged a stunned glance. They had never heard of such a book, and they certainly didn't have it in their collection. "I'm afraid we don't have that book," Tris said, trying to sound firm but polite. "And even if we did, I'm not sure we could just hand it over to you. There are procedures and protocols to follow."

Lucian pretended to be gracious and said, "It's fine as I've just arrived not long ago. Mr. Knight, what would like to have?" "Green tea, please!" Gurmisran sat down and the waiter served him tea before leaving them alone. He did not take a sip of his beverage but instead leaned back and said, "You have not changed at all despite not seeing each other for more than twenty years. Miss Barnbook, you are still effortlessly gorgeous!" Lucian was not easily swayed by his compliments and replied, "Mr. Knight, there is no need to waste our time on meaningless praises. Let's talk business since we are very open to each other. Why would you insist on meeting with me in person?"

Climbing the small staircase, we reach the door when the man says, "I tried Sir Logan and Eleanor and other people's numbers, but they didn't pick up the call. Maybe they didn't hear the ring. You gave me your number last time you came with Ms. Brooklyn for project work, so I thought about calling you here. I am sorry if I- " "No, it's okay. I am glad you called me, sir." I try to force a smile at him, but after noticing him smuggling to unlock the door with the keys in his hand, it rips the air from me. He even types the digits on the keypad, but the result remains the same. "What's wrong?"

Lenard said. “She’s not mine,” Knight heard himself insisting before he could stop himself. “I mean, she works for the magazine. She’s new. Just started today. I don’t even know her.” Lenard raised his eyebrows at his grandson. “If you say so.” Knight coughed into his hand and got up from the chair. “Well, thanks. Just let me know what day works for you.” Lenard nodded, an all-knowing smile playing on his face. Knight turned and left the office, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. ...............

"Young Master, it's me, I just want to let you know that I’ve brought your suit for the ball. Can I come in?” "Okay, you can do so." Then, she slowly turned the doorknob to open Kian’s room. He was sitting on the sofa working with something on his laptop. He just glanced at her, while she hung and arranged the things in the corner. "Young Master, is the suit to your liking? Ms. Laura, from LT, personally recommended it for you," Kian looked at her then examined the suit beside her. "I like the color, so I think it’s fine with me. I trust your choice," he answered, going back to his work.

As much as she finds the little boy adorable, Her heart doesn't function normally around his uncle who is insanely gorgeous and powerful. “That’s kind of Mrs Westmore to invite me. Can I give her a call later?” She asked, gesturing her hand like a telephone. “As you wish. My work is done here. Please tell my mother to call you directly instead of bugging me. It's annoying” He stood up, no trace of a smile on his face. Gray Westmore is bipolar. She concluded. She's at her apartment now, staring at the piece of paper Noah had given to her that day. She contemplated calling Mrs Westmore but what Would she say?