"Don't look at me like that, Marlowe. What I said is the truth. I didn't lie against her," Lucian said, finishing his food and wiping his lips with a towel.
"Was it necessary to bring that up right now?" Dr. Marlowe asked, her tone tinged with exasperation. She couldn't help but wonder what had come over him. Lucian used to be cold, calm, and calculating, but it seemed Serena was bringing out a side of him she had never seen before.
"I only wanted to piss her off, since she enjoys doing that to me all the time. What's the crime in that?" Lucian replied, his voice casual but his eyes glinting with mischief.
"It's just not the right time, Mr. Draven. You could eventually push her to not wanting to attend the gala for real, and you know how important it is for the both of you to attend together," Dr. Marlowe reasoned, her voice firm but patient.
