Chapter 42. A Dinner at the Yacht

Cercei's POV

After his little trick, the woman remained silent and composed, refraining from further attempts to engage in conversation with him. She adopted the pretence of busying herself with her mobile phone, not even bothering to finish her meal before departing.

I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt. She must be utterly mortified. She appeared so genuinely kind and amiable, perhaps merely intrigued by Lucian. The brute seemed oblivious to her interest, or perhaps he simply chose to disregard it.

I spent the day dutifully attending to the customers. Mondays were typically hectic, but I maintained a constant motivation throughout the day. The anticipation of my shift’s end only added to my excitement. Meanwhile, Lucian occupied himself at the café, appearing engrossed in his affairs. He fielded numerous phone calls and diligently tapped away on his laptop.

One couldn’t help but question his choice of venue for such work. A café hardly provides the ideal