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Chapter 82
When they arrived in the living room, Roxanne found herself guided to the couch, where she sat down, still feeling the weight of Lucian’s presence beside her. The children huddled around her, their eyes fixed on her finger wrapped in the handkerchief, their concern palpable.
Lucian, on the other hand, seemed more focused on locating the medical kit, but after a few moments of searching through the living room with little success, he looked slightly frustrated.
“Archie, the medical kit!” he called, his voice betraying a hint of impatience.
Without missing a beat, Archie sprang off the couch, racing to the TV cabinet where the kit was stored. With a sense of triumph, he handed it to Lucian, who gave the boy a grateful pat on the head before turning his attention back to Roxanne.
The children stepped back, their curiosity still evident, but respectful of the space Lucian now commanded.
Lucian sat down beside Roxanne, his body language not giving away much, but the atmosphere between them shifted. His presence was commanding, yet surprisingly gentle as he began to tend to her wound. His movements were meticulous, each action deliberate and careful.
Roxanne couldn’t help but watch him for a few moments, but then she forced herself to look away, her gaze dropping to the floor. Looking too long would only make things awkward. He clearly doesn’t care about me. Why is he being so… attentive all of a sudden? she wondered.
When the iodine touched her cut, she winced slightly but held still, appreciating the way Lucian handled her with quiet focus. After a moment, he applied a Band-Aid, wrapping it securely around her finger.
Roxanne let out a soft sigh of relief as he finally released her hand. Before he could say anything, she quickly stood up, eager to put some distance between them. “Thank you, and sorry again for troubling you,” she said, her voice strained with an effort to appear calm.
Lucian’s brow furrowed at her words, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he watched her, his gaze unreadable.
Roxanne glanced at the kitchen, her eyes landing on the mess she had made. “The floor needs cleaning up,” she said, her voice apologetic. “The children might step on the shards.”
Lucian’s expression darkened further.
Despite this woman’s impressive credentials, she can’t even take care of herself, he thought, a flicker of frustration crossing his mind.
Roxanne noticed his scowl and immediately felt anxious. She was beginning to second-guess her actions, wondering if she had caused him even more trouble than before.
Before she could say anything else, Lucian spoke again, his voice low and firm. “You can’t get your bandage wet. Let me find you a housekeeper.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but Lucian was already on the phone with his assistant. His tone was clipped, giving no room for argument.
Cayden had been preparing to wind down his evening when the call came in. He quickly answered, his nerves already tingling with uncertainty. “Find me a housekeeper and deliver them to No. 32 of Durwest Garden within half an hour.”
Cayden blinked in confusion but didn’t question his employer’s orders. He immediately contacted a housekeeping agency and personally escorted the housekeeper to the address.
“They’re on their way,” Lucian informed Roxanne once he hung up, his tone resolute.
Roxanne bit her lip, her desire to refuse the help suddenly fading as Lucian had already arranged everything. She sank back onto the couch, sitting a little further from him this time, not wanting to invite any more unwanted attention. The three children positioned themselves between the adults, exchanging uncertain glances in silence.
The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, and every moment felt drawn out. Roxanne couldn’t help but feel the awkwardness, but she wasn’t sure how to dispel it.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell rang—her savior from the oppressive silence.
Roxanne started to get up, but Lucian was faster, already at the door before she could move.
“Mr. Farwell,” Cayden greeted him from the threshold, standing with a middle-aged woman who had short, neatly styled hair.
Lucian stepped aside, gesturing for them to come in.
The housekeeper moved efficiently, immediately setting to work cleaning the kitchen. As she tidied up, she engaged in cheerful conversation with the three children, who quickly warmed to her presence. Her laughter was a welcome sound, breaking the tension in the room.
Roxanne observed the interaction, noting how comfortable the children seemed with the woman. An idea began to form in her mind, and she decided to act on it.
She stood up, walking over to the housekeeper, her voice warm as she asked, “Excuse me, I’d like to ask if you would consider working here full time. Your main duties would be caring for the children, with some housekeeping tasks now and then. I’ll leave the salary up to you.”
The housekeeper, whose name was Lysa, smiled brightly at the suggestion. “I would love to! I enjoy spending time with children,” she said. “You can call me Lysa.”
Roxanne felt a wave of relief wash over her. This was exactly what she needed. The children would be in good hands, and she could have some help around the house.
As Lysa continued to chat with the children, Roxanne glanced over at Lucian, who had quietly observed the entire exchange. His expression was unreadable, but there was no mistaking the tension still lingering between them.
