Chapter 183 Clamoring for a Remarriage
Charlotte pouted. She didn’t know how to respond. What she had done was impulsive. In
hindsight, it was terrifying to think about.
She cautiously turned to glance at Lucian. The longer she stared at him, the more delighted she felt. No one dared to save her then. Only he had jumped in. It was simply fate.
The girl’s infatuation was clear for all to see. Calista noticed, calmly retracted her gaze, and got back to placing her order.
Seeing that Calista had only briefly paused when she noticed Lucian before resuming as usual, Paul didn’t bother to ask if she wanted a change of tables.
“When are you planning to move your grandfather’s grave, Calista? My grandfather knows a skilled fortune teller. If you need help, I can get the fortune teller to make a trip to Fort City. Or, we can have him moved here in Capeton. It’ll be closer and you can visit him anytime you like.”
She didn’t mention that grandfather’s remains had already been moved by a certain someone with
no sense of shame.
“No thanks. I can handle it myself.”
She took a sip of the lemonade set down on the table. As she reached out, her sleeve lifted to reveal clear signs of a bruise on her fair and slender wrist. Paul frowned and grabbed hold of her
“When did you get injured?”
Calista was so taken aback by his serious tone that she hadn’t realized that he was holding her hand.
She glanced at where he was looking and said indifferently, “I accidentally hit the clubs at the golf course yesterday.”
It was just a bruise. There was nothing serious about it. Meanwhile, at the table over, Lucian’s dark and intense gaze landed on Calista. His lips were pressed tightly together. His jaw tensed.
Gilbert, Charlotte’s father, raised his wine glass.
have but one precious daughter, Mr. Northwood. The Tumer family owes you a debt of gratitude
Lucian broke the glass containing the wine with a resounding crack, shattering it into countless
Blood and dark, red wine dripped along his hand onto the white tablecloth, splattering onto his
Gilbert was startled by the sudden turn of events and signaled for a server to bring them a towel.
“Wipe him down, Charlotte. What a low–quality wine glass. How did it shatter like that?”
He shot a cold look at a server.
“Have the manager fetch us a doctor.”
Lucian got to his feet. His expression had regained its state of calm. But there was a dark look in
“Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.”
The server removed the dirtied tablecloth. The white did little to hide the stain. The blood stains
and red wine spills stood out like a sore thumb. Gilbert turned to Charlotte.
“Go across the street and fetch a set of clothes.”
Fortunately, there were many shops in the area that sold upscale men’s clothing.
Paul calling Calista’s name snapped back to her senses. It was only then that she realized the man was still holding onto her wrist. She was quick to pull away.
What is it?”
He initially wanted to say that if she was worried, she could go check on him. But, he suddenly sang a different tune
If you’re hungry, I’ll have the waiter bring us some dessert.”
She turned to look outside to see Charlotte hurrying back to the restaurant with a bag in hand. It
was quite the sight when she was wearing high–heeled shoes.
She was supposed to be a poised young woman, only to be forced into the role of a sprinter.
When Charlotte returned from the restaurant, Lucian had yet to leave the restroom. Gilbert then
sent his daughter to bring the clothes over to him.
Seeing how lost she seemed, he couldn’t help but point out, “Regardless of what kind of woman a
man prefers, the one he marries must be gentle, pure, and good at managing the household. Show
him what you can do.”
Ever since he learned that it was Lucian who saved Charlotte, he had been trying to set the two of
Charlotte was Gilbert’s only daughter. Eventually, the family’s wealth would go to her. However,
she had no interest in business matters.
Seeking a suitor with a questionable family background would leave him worrying about the man
forcing them into hardship.
But the men who came from decent families often turned out to be ignorant and incompetent
His conditions were stringent enough as is. But Charlotte was a sucker for attractive people. She
had fallen for scumbags just because they were good–looking.
But compared to Lucian, they were nothing when it came to looks, capabilities, and background. A
potential son–in–law like that was hard to come by.
The only drawback was the rumor that Lucian had gotten a divorce. He didn’t seem to have any
children, which was a relief. Being a stepmother in a wealthy family was not an easy role.
Charlotte was overjoyed but said, “Nothing has been set in stone, Dad. And you’re already talking about marriage.
She held the bag and hurried to the restroom. Calista watched the girl’s retreating figure and clicked her tongue.
What is it? Paul asked
Paul was puzzled.
“Just days ago, she was telling me how that bastard wasn’t trustworthy and not someone to be
relied on And now, she’s acting like she’s getting married. A little longer and she would also have
the name of her second child picked out.”
Paul had heard news of the rescue at Willowbrook Lake. He could hazard a guess on what was
happening going by the conversation they had just heard.
A few minutes later, Lucian and Charlotte returned from the restroom.
The man was still dressed in his original suit. But the spots that had been stained by wine had
Only a large patch of cloth stained by water was left behind. Charlotte clung to the bag and followed behind him with a resigned expression.
‘Charlotte had gone to a store to get you a new set of clothes. It’s cold outside. You’ll catch a cold wearing damp clothes. Why not change out of your suit, Mr. Northwood? You saved her life. It’s
only right that she gets you some clothes.”
Lucian was blunt in his refusal.
“No thanks. I only wear what my wife gets me.”
Calista was in the middle of drinking water. She was starving and had to keep downing water to quell her hunger. His words had her nearly choking.
All his clothes were custom–made. A specialized designer would visit to take his measurements and pick out the styles with the turn of the seasons.
He had a collection of formal and casual wear that was suited for any occasion. Despite being married for three years, Calista never got the chance to buy him clothes.
And now he was brazenly lying with a straight face. It was clear that he had seen through Gilbert’s intention to set them up.
Lucian had no interest in Charlotte as a potential partner and was using Calista as a shield
Charlotte believed that she was being treated unjustly She had run so far that her feet were blistering just to eagerly offer him a change of clothes
Lucian didn’t bother glancing at the clothing and flat–out refused them. He
Upon hearing his words, her eyes welled up with tears.
With them being in a public space where they had many eyes on them, she bit her lip and held back her tears. This was her first time having a meal with Lucian.
“But I heard you and your wife have already gotten a divorce some time ago,” Gilbert said
Lucian kept his composure.
“She’s just throwing a tantrum. It won’t be long before she starts clamoring for a remarriage again.
She has a childlike temper and doesn’t like when things don’t go her way. This is not new for