Bab 232: Lucrethia Took Matter Into Her Own Hands

It was almost as if he were gazing into Ronan's eyes, or better said Lady Adele Fangblade's eyes. Lucien was so stunned that he could not help but stare at the familiar pair of eyes for a long time.

"Child? Is there something on my face?" the elderly woman asked Lucien after a while of awkward silence.

"No, not at all," Lucien quickly snapped from his daydreams. "Madam, you resemble an acquaintance of mine very much. To be exact, your eyes remind me of her."

Lucrethia Woodland smiled sweetly at Lucien.

"I hope she is a good person."

"She was. She was an amazing person."

"Oh," the elderly woman pressed a hand against her lips in realization. "I am so sorry for your loss."

Lucien shook his head.

"It's fine."

Lucrethia Woodland buried her fingers into Lucien's arms like a predator clutching its prey. The gesture stood in contrast with the beseeching look that she threw Lucien right after.