Lucian’s gaze was sharp, unyielding. He broke the silence with a clipped, deliberate tone. “You may leave,” he said, gesturing toward the door with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Bree blinked, surprised by the sudden end to the conversation. She hesitated for a moment, unsure if she should say anything further. Gathering her composure, she nodded. “Does this mean—”
Lucian cut her off, his voice steady but with an unmistakable undercurrent of finality. “As much as I could take matters into my own hands and force this contract marriage to work, I find that I’m not particularly interested anymore. So, no, Bree, you don’t need to worry about hearing from me regarding this matter again.”
Bree opened her mouth to respond, but Lucian’s piercing gaze made her think better of it. “One more thing
