Mission To Remarry novel Chapter 230

Lucian took a sip of the coffee as he remained expressionless, masking the displeasure he was feeling.

He wanted Roxanne to thank him or compensate him, not to sit in front of him without a word.

Although I used the business going under as an excuse, does she really think a cup of coffee is enough to compensate me?

Roxanne put down her cup and looked out the window. She had no intention of speaking at all.

First, she believed there was nothing else they had to say to each other. Second, she didn’t want to get too involved with him. The only reason she had treated him to the coffee was to call it even.

She was starting to feel uncomfortable from the alcohol earlier. From time to time, she would lower her head to sip on the coffee while secretly checking how

much Lucian had drunk. All she wanted was for him to finish the coffee so she could leave.

However, Lucian’s coffee stayed almost untouched even after some time.

Left with no choice, Roxanne looked at him and asked, “Mr. Farwell, why aren’t you drinking?”

A dark glint flashed across Lucian’s eyes as he pursed his lips enigmatically and said, “I don’t like my coffee this way. It tastes bland.”

Roxanne frowned at his words. “How do you like your coffee, then?” she questioned as she rubbed her throbbing temples.

After she spoke, her head started spinning again. She closed her eyes and forced them open once again, trying to maintain eye contact with Lucian as though nothing was wrong.

Lucian was just about to say something

when he saw her expression. “Are you feeling unwell?”

Roxanne bit her lip. “I drank a bit too much, but I’m all right. Just tell me how you want me to compensate you, Mr.

Farwell. After all, you handle huge transactions, and I’m afraid you won’t be satisfied with this compensation.”

Lucian’s face darkened a bit when he took in her pale face and mocking words, but he said nothing in the end. Instead, he asked the waitress for the bill.

Still rubbing her temples, she said in a low voice, “There’s no need to trouble yourselves. There are still many seniors waiting for me upstairs. I have to return.”

With that, she opened the car door to get out,

Lucian grabbed her wrist swiftly and held her back. “Either I send you back, or you rest at my hotel. Choose one. My hotel is just nearby.”

Roxanne knitted her brows and leaned back in the seat. Then, she told Cayden the name of the hotel she was staying at.

Cayden nodded and started the engine.

“Drive slowly,” reminded Lucian.

Cayden hurriedly nodded in acknowledgment. Throughout the journey, he made sure to drive carefully.

Meanwhile, the two people in the back seat stayed silent.