Chapter 160

ANNIE

Lucien only nodded, proceeding to put on his robes again.

Draven made that seat for her.

I narrowed my gaze to it and pressed down on my lips.

It's not all that good anyways. He didn't seem to put his all into it. There were a few defects. Literally.

I rolled my eyes discreetly and silently continued embroidering.

Perhaps, someone noticed I wasn't giving a reaction, then decided to speak again.

Her brows raised in alarm. "Is that Draven's robe? He won't like that."

I raised my head, my brows rising.

How would she know that?

And how was it her concern?

"It's not his. It's Lucien's."...