Chapter 208
“What do you think?” Lucy tossed the proposal aside, not answering directly.
Jules hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Lucy, I heard Kingsley got shot. Honestly, a man like him really isn’t suited for a peaceful life p>
“It has nothing to do with me.” Lucy didn’t look up, her fingers continuing to slide across the drawing tablet, her tone calm as if discussing a stranger.
Hearing this answer, the weight in Jules’s chest lifted quietly. He probed further. “Actually, I feel I’m quite suited for it. If you ever get tired of being alone, I can share the burden anytime p>
“Can being alone be tiring?” Lucy finally looked up, amusement in her eyes. “Isn’t it when there are two people that things get exhausting p>
She shifted the topic playfully. “Mr. Holt, don’t tell me… you’ve never been in a relationship p>
As if poked in a sore spot, a trace of awkwardness flashed across Jules’s face. He quickly defended himself. “Who says? I dated in university. Twice, actually p>
Lucy didn’t expose him. She simply nodded and pulled the conversation back to work. “I’ll take the project. I have drawings to revise, so I can’t chat right now p>
Kingsley was in his office conducting a video conference with his team back home. Outside, Peter was about to knock when the secretary stopped him. “Mr. Sherwood is in a meeting; he’s not to be disturbed p>
Peter nodded, saying “I won’t disturb him,” but pushed the door open and walked right in anyway.
Inside, Kingsley wore a black shirt with sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing sharp wrists. A Bluetooth headset was attached to his ear and his sharp gaze was locked on the computer screen, his rhythm unbroken by the intrusion.
Peter glanced at him and placed a folder of newly acquired information on the corner of the desk.
Kingsley looked down, pages turning swiftly under his hand. His brow knitted instantly. His voice cut through the headset, cool and clear: “Meeting on hold. Twenty minutes p>
Exiting the conference interface, he tapped the papers with his finger, his tone interrogating. “Why are there several months missing from over a year ago? There are no records at all p>
“Maybe she was hurt by you and went into hiding to heal,” Peter answered offhandedly.
“Does that logic hold up?” Kingsley looked up, his eyes full of displeasure.
Peter shrugged, dropping the joking demeanor. “I don’t think it does
either.” He added, “I specifically checked hospital records. She wasnt sick during that time. Artists, are whimsical; disappearing for a white is normal p>
Kingsley closed the file and put it away, not probing further—it was likely Lucy didn’t want anyone to know, so she wiped it.
Peter leaned in again, teasing, “Lucy is quite something. Digging up this little bit of info took a lot of effort. You slept the same bed for three years, yet you didn’t even know your ex-wife’s background p>
The words were a needle in Kingsley’s heart. His fingers tightened on the file. Indeed, he felt Lucy becoming more of a stranger, as if in the past three years, he had never truly known her.
“I have a meeting. You can go.” He pushed down the irritation in his chest and ordered Peter out.