The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1181



Chapter 1181 Lingering Feelings
Soup? Marie realized that Lucius was serious. She hesitated before speaking, "I have to go to the railway station to pick someone up later. I'm afraid I won't have time today."
Upon hearing this, Lucius smiled faintly. "Who's so important?"
"My daughter." When Marie mentioned Wynter, her eyes softened in a way they rarely
did.
Lucius gazed at her for a while before speaking again, "You really seem like a mother
now. It's hard to imagine."
"That's because I AM a mother." Marie laughed heartily, finding his comment rather
peculiar.
Lucius withdrew his gaze, his demeanor becoming more distant. "I didn't expect you to adapt so well to marriage and motherhood. I've just never pictured you being tied down by such trivial matters like this."
Marie furrowed her brows. "My daughter is not a trivial matter."
She sounded somewhat displeased. No one truly understood what Wynter's return
meant to her. Marie often felt a sense of indebtedness, not just to Wynter who
was
abducted, but also to her sons.
Lucius looked at his fingers with a hint of mockery, though it wasn't clear what he
was mocking. "So, your focus now is entirely on your family."
"That's about right." Marie felt that her old acquaintances seemed very concerned
about how she was doing now. They also liked to compare her past self with her
current self, and she suddenly felt a bit weary of it all.
Lucius spoke again, "It seems we're already from two different worlds, class president."
Marie paused upon hearing this tile again. Before she had the time to react, Lucius instructed the driver, "Take Ms. Whitman to Summergrove Mansion."
Summergrove Mansion? The Whitmans' old residence?
Marie looked up abruptly. "I'm not going there. Just drop me off at the subway
station ahead."
"Are you not going home?" Lucius' probing tone slipped out casually. "Is it because
of what happened before?
"I can help with the misunderstanding between you and the Whitman family. You
should at least go back and visit since you're back."
Marie's eyes hardened with caution. "Stop the car."
Lucius furrowed his brows. "Why?"
"Tell your driver to stop the car."
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Lucius' gaze darkened slightly. "I don't know which of my words offended you, but stopping the car now clearly isn't wise.
"I offered to help you. Why is that so hard for you to just accept it? Or are you worried about Shane's opinions?
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"I have to say, class president, your emotional maturity seems to match your appearance. After all thesem e years, it seems you haven't matured
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"Your taste in men is truly lacking.
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"Forget it, it has nothing to do with me," Lucius spoke slowly. His tone was devoid
of any emotion, as if stating a fact.
After speaking, Lucius'/demeanor turned cold. He squeezed the water bottle
before continuing, "Listen to her. Stop the car."
The driver immediately slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road.
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However, he also realized that Lucius didn't actually want Marie to get out of the
car.
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