Mission To Remarry

Chapter 383

The speculation Jonathan made in the morning plagued his mind for the entire day.

When he went off work at night, he called Lucian.

The man on the other end of the line was swift to answer the call. “Is something the matter, Jonathan?”

Jonathan briefly chuckled. “It‘s been a while since we met. Are you free tonight for a drink?”

Lucian creased his forehead when he heard that–he knew Jonathan had something to say to him, so he lowered his voice and agreed to it.

After ending the call, Lucian instructed Cayden to pick Estella up from the kindergarten before he drove to a private club he frequented.

Just as he entered the establishment, the server came over. “Mr. Farwell, Mr. Queen has been waiting for you.”

Lucian nodded slightly and followed the server upstairs into a private room.

Even though Jonathan had invited Lucian out for a drink, there was only a bottle of beer on the table. The rest that was on the table were plates of delectable dishes.

Jonathan was lost in his thoughts on the couch. When he saw Lucian entering the room, he slowly straightened up and smiled. “I wanted to buy you a drink, but today‘s a busy day, and I haven‘t gotten to eat yet, so it‘s mealtime instead.”

Nodding, Lucian asked the server to leave.

In seconds, only the two of them were left in the room.

a seat beside Jonathan, Lucian asked, “Did something happen? Speak

However, Jonathan was stumped.

forgotten that it had

if their relationship had changed after a

sister told him—if Lucian was silently agreeing to it as well–would

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had already made the call to Lucian. Thus, he had

Jonathan had been mulling over that matter. He was unsure if he should talk

nonchalantly took some of the food with his fork before exclaiming, “I haven‘t eaten the whole day, and I‘m starving! Let‘s dig in first and

abrupt actions, Lucian only

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forkful of the food, Jonathan chirped, “Lucian, I don‘t

man beside him was silent

could not

called him so quickly. If I didn‘t do that,

Lucian decided not to continue the topic and

would occasionally talk about business matters in an attempt to divert

the more Lucian could sense that something

was trying to find an excuse to leave, he heard Lucian speak up. “You

on the couch. After a while of contemplation, he tentatively uttered,

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upon