Chapter 65. His Special Assistant

She threw her head back in laughter at something Alphonsus had said. His laughter roared above hers, and it felt so good to be genuinely happy in such a long time. Roxanne could really not remember the last time she felt so elated to talk to someone.

However, it was cut short the moment she sensed a familiar and unpleasant set of eyes on her. Roxanne’s laughter disappeared immediately, and she looked ahead of them.

Her lips thinned involuntarily on the sight of him. Of course! It had to be him! Who else would pop up from nowhere and steal her joy from right under her feet, turn around and act as though he had done nothing? Lancelot Dankworth! Who else didn’t want to see her happy and made no attempt to hide it? Lancelot Dankworth!

It was always Lancelot Dankworth all.the.fucking.time!

Nevertheless, she rose up from the bench and bowed to them when they stood in front of her.

“Your grace.” She turned to the bright eyed queen from earlier this evening.