But she instinctively felt that Edward Benson was more reliable than William Guillen.
William Guillen was a playboy, drifting among flower bushes, while Edward seed like a man with a story.
Thomas Shannon put down the knife and fork, looking at her for a long ti with a frown, "What are you thinking about?"
Was she interested in Edward Benson?
Sophie Sullivan ca back to her senses. His face, expressing jealousy, made her unable to hold back her laughter, "Thinking about Edward Benson, he feels like a man with a story."
"Don’t think about it, he has soone he loves."
No matter how much you think, the one he loves won’t be you!
This last sentence, Thomas Shannon swallowed back into himself.
Sophie Sullivan’s curiosity was fully aroused. She propped her chin with one hand, staring at him without blinking, "Who is the person Edward Benson loves?"
Thomas Shannon was not willing to say more. He picked up the knife and fork and brought a piece of cut bacon to her lips, "Didn’t you say you were hungry?"
Not getting the answer she wanted, Sophie Sullivan humd twice and simply stopped asking.
After all, it was just curiosity; she didn’t intend to explore it to the end.
Since he didn’t say, she wouldn’t persist in asking.
...
Back in Country F, Lucifer directly returned to the manor.
The Duchess’s phone call ca again, and Lucifer, with a headache, massaged his forehead, "Mummy..."
"Has my Lucifer changed his heart?" The Duchess’s voice was calm, with a hint of sadness.
Lucifer sat down on the sofa, poured himself a cup of water, "Mummy, you’re overthinking it."
"Is that so? Then why doesn’t Lucifer care about Cecilia Branford at all?"
Who says he doesn’t care about Cecilia Branford?
He only cares about the real Cecilia, as for the other imposters, he has no interest in them.
If not for fear of arousing suspicion, he wouldn’t even bother with appearances.
After taking a sip of water to soothe his throat, Lucifer said with a smile, "Mummy, don’t worry, I’ll go see Cecilia tomorrow."
With Lucifer’s assurance, the Duchess smiled, her earlier sorrow entirely swept away, "Good, Cecilia will surely be very happy!"
Lucifer curled his lips into a smile; she probably feels only fear, right?
He was the one who understood Cecilia the most, and he knew every breath, every glance, every subtle expression on her.
That imposter, even if she had a face just like Cecilia’s, the marks on her face couldn’t fool anyone.
No matter how much she learned to imitate Cecilia, she still wasn’t Cecilia herself.
The next day, Lucifer went to the Onassis Old Castle, where the butler led the servants to greet him with a smile.
"Young Master Lucifer, welco."
Lucifer straightened his shirt, curled his lips into a smile, enchanting and full of allure, "Where is Cecilia?"
"Miss Cecilia Branford is at the equestrian center; she doesn’t know you’re coming."
"No problem." Lucifer stepped towards the equestrian center, "I’ll go and see."
The large equestrian center was not only occupied by Cecilia alone.
Many mbers of the Upper Class whom Cecilia used to disdain were there, n and won alike.
They were all practicing riding together, exchanging skills. Cecilia stood in the center of the attention like a queen being surrounded by stars.
Her face was radiant and flamboyant, sitting high on the horse as if looking down on everyone like a queen.
"Lucifer is here..."
Soone remarked, and everyone turned their gaze toward him.
The man had a tall figure, a commanding presence coming from afar, every move inherent with nobility and elegance.
What caught everyone’s attention most was his face.
Handso, enchantingly beautiful, it captivated the soul, causing even breaths to beco lighter.
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