Chapter 466. Juggling Emotions and People

Proserpina

My husband returned sometime in the afternoon and after a quick shower, he closeted himself in this study along with Schwartz. Lucien Delano was his usual taciturn self, laconic when he was stressed as he irrefutably was at this point in time.

With just a brief, hard kiss that left me reeling with its intensity, he had walked away, his faithful Gustav behind him and a couple of his bodyguards keeping step as he headed for the elevator on his way up to our rooms at the top of the house for a shower and to change.

But his daughter managed to waylay him. Ria rushed to him, throwing her arms around him, and stopping him.

“Pumpkin,’ he growled as he kissed the top of her blonde head and then gently put her away from him. His face was soft with affection and I felt myself grow warm. This was my lover, the doting father, Lucien Delano.

What with the shooting of his aircraft, the threat to Philippe’s life, and the knowledge that his