Chapter 12
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“Come down.”
The two cold, curt words were followed by the click of the phone hanging up.
Aveline hadn’t even said a word before she found herself staring at her now darkened phone screen, gritting her teeth in
frustration.
So annoying!
He was nowhere near as sweet as he was when he had lost his
memory.
She went downstairs, the evening sunset casting a warm orange glow over her, making her hair appear to glow.
However, her smile faded when she saw that the person by the car wasn’t Lucas.
“Where’s Lucas?” she asked as she approached.
Desmond replied, “Mr. Tudor has other matters to attend to. He asked me to take you to the Tudor family mansion.”
For some reason, her heart sank.
What could be more important than taking her to meet his family?
She pressed her lips together and got into the car.
She took out her phone and called Lucas, but he didn’t answer.
Jerk!
Clutching her phone, Aveline stared out the window.
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Soon, the surroundings grew more beautiful. The Tudor family mansion was located in the southern part of Cloudflare City, nestled against the mountains and near the sea–a truly prime location.
The car drove through the grand black–and–gold gate and stopped in front of a villa. A servant stepped forward to open the car door, polite but formal.
Aveline got out, her eyes flashing with shock.
So luxurious!
She had heard of the Tudors before but had never seen their home. Now that she did, she realized they were from entirely different worlds.
“Miss Young, please come inside,” the servant prompted, her tone indifferent, with a hint of disdain in her eyes.
Aveline frowned. “I’m Lucas‘ wife. Call me Mrs. Tudor!”
The servant turned and walked away without acknowledging her.
Even Aveline, slow to react, could sense the servant’s disrespectful attitude toward her.
She pressed her lips together and entered the villa.
The unfamiliar environment made her feel uneasy. Just past the entrance was a small reception room.
The servant said, “Wait here for a while. Mr. Lucas will be back.
soon.”
Then the servant left.
Aveline sat on the sofa, placing her hands neatly on her knees,
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trying to calm herself.
“It’s alright, it’s just a servant. They don’t represent the Tudor family’s attitude.”
Just then, a few more people walked in, one of whom was Yvonne.
Seeing Aveline, Yvonne smiled. Aveline, you’re here! Why are you sitting here? Come on, follow me inside.”
Aveline stood up, her demeanor polite and humble. “Hello, Madam Yvonne.”
Yvonne smiled and introduced her, “This is Lucas‘ father.”
Ayéline looked at the stern–faced middle–aged man beside. Yvonne. He only glanced at her, but she felt immense pressure.
“Has Sophia arrived yet?” asked Lucas’s father, Frederick Tudor.
Yvonne replied, “Lucas went to pick her up.”
“Okay,” Frederick responded indifferently and walked into the main living room.
Yvonne turned to Aveline. “Come on, let’s wait in the living room. This is where the servants take their breaks.”
A trace of embarrassment flickered in Aveline’s eyes. Was that servant’s behavior intentional or accidental?
Entering the main living room, Aveline noticed the luxurious crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, exuding an aura of understated opulence.
Yvonne said, “Have a seat anywhere. Lucas will be back soon.”
Aveline couldn’t help but notice the name of the girl they had mentioned. The girl Lucas had personally gone to pick up–could
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it be her?
About half an hour later, there was some commotion at the door, and two people walked in.
Lucas entered first, followed by the girl Aveline had seen in the private room before.
She was Sophia Winter.