Chapter 818 Half An Hour

After that, the children then looked at Lucian distressedly, hoping he could say something on their behalf too.

Roxanne noticed who the children were looking at, and her gaze lingered briefly on Lucian. Seeing that the man had no intention to speak, she felt something strange welling in her heart.

“I’ve already agreed on a time with Mr. Damaris. I cannot be late.” Roxanne then dipped her head to look at her children, her tone sounding contrite.

The children knew there was nothing else they could do to dissuade Roxanne when they saw how adamant she was about going. Their faces were filled with disappointment.

Roxanne felt sorry for the children as she took note of their crestfallen expressions, but she knew she could not do much. She merely patted their heads and said, “When it’s done, just leave some for me so that I can taste your handiwork.”

Subsequently, Roxanne turned around to leave.

barely took two steps when she heard the

go, Ms. Jarvis, maybe we’ll bake this cake some

whisk, pulled down his sleeves, and looked at her derisively. “By the looks of it, your appointment with Mr. Damaris is more important than

what he said, Roxanne stopped walking and turned around to look

continued, “The children have hoped that we can finish this little project with them. But since you must leave, it’ll mean nothing if I stayed behind

then glanced at the children,

imagining things, but it seemed as if the children were looking

seemed to ask why she chose to cast them aside when they were the ones who made plans with

a loss for words, unsure of how to explain the situation. In the end, she tried to placate them by saying, “I’m going not because Mr. Damaris’ appointment is more important, but because this is

Lucian cut her off coldly by saying, “That’s why you decided to

in Roxanne’s

to meet because I heard that Old Mr. Damaris is going to be there. I can’t keep him waiting. I didn’t mean to forget about the kids. He’s

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