Don't Want Her to be Hurt
The carriage rolled to a stop outside the Whitlock estate, and the footman opened the door. Selena stepped out first, grateful to escape the confined space and the oppressive weight of Alex's amused gaze.
Lucien followed silently, still refusing to meet her eyes.
As Alex climbed out, he took a moment to study the grand estate before him. The Whitlock name carried weight, even in foreign lands, and their wealth was evident in the sprawling gardens and the towering façade of the mansion.
Selena turned to him, her expression guarded. "You'll stay in the guest wing," she said. "We'll discuss our... arrangement further in the morning."
Alex inclined his head. "As you wish, my lady."
She shot him a glare before turning on her heel and marching toward the mansion, her skirts swishing behind her.
As he followed her inside, Alex couldn't help but smile. He had a feeling this was going to be far more entertaining than he had anticipated.