Chapter 166 Lucas' Gift

• Lucas exhaled softly, his shoulders rising with the weight of a quiet uncertainty. He moved toward Celine, his smile lopsided, the corners of his lips curling in an unspoken apology. The woman before him was as breathtaking as he had imagined, her presence a powerful force. Yet beneath her cool, composed demeanor, there was something much more intricate, something he couldn't quite place.
• She's a whirlwind, he thought, his pulse quickening. More than I can handle—but I can't look away.
• Willy, standing nearby, shot a stern glance at his daughter. His voice, thick with disapproval, broke through the silence. "Celly," he began, his words firm, tinged with frustration, "your mother and I spoiled you. Lucas is your husband, not a servant. Could you show him a little more kindness?"