Rosetta emerged from the shadows, her steps measured and deliberate. "Of course, I wanted to deeply apologize for what happened," she said, bowing slightly, her face a mask of sorrow.
Lucien didn't buy it for a second. He recognized that formal smile all too well—the kind reserved for colleagues used to smooth over professional relationships.
He sighed, closing his eyes briefly before speaking. "Why the sudden apology? I don't think you're genuinely sorry for what you did."
Her smile widened, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Lucien, like any normal human being, I have a conscience. Seeing your relationship nearly fall apart touched something inside me."
The words dripped with sarcasm, and his two women bristled, feeling the same insincerity. But they held back, letting him handle this delicate situation.
Lucien scoffed, crossing his arms. "I see... I didn't expect that coming from you. Still, you didn't come here just to say sorry, did you?"