Deserve your consideration

"It's nothing important. You may leave, Roger," Lucius said with a dismissive wave of his hand, his gaze still remained indifferent.

Roger bowed swiftly, murmuring an apology before retreating from the dining room.

"Now, where were we?" Lucius murmured, his hand gently lifting Layla's chin, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Your mother is here. Shouldn't you go see her?" Layla asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

"If my mother wants to see me, she can come here," Lucius replied nonchalantly. "The espresso is getting cold. Let's finish our breakfast; we still need to go over the reception outfits."

He released her, and Layla quickly returned to her seat, focusing on her meal. Yet, her thoughts lingered on his dismissive attitude. It unsettled her that he seemed completely unfazed by his mother's presence. 

Or, he was just pretending not to be bothered by his mother's arrival.