Lucas noticed the way Belle kept darting her eyes back and forth at him to only look back at her food when she realized he was already looking at her. There were times when Belle thought he wasn't looking at her but what she didn't know was that he had always been looking at her, enough to study and understand what she was thinking at the moment.
After her questions had been answered, the room had fallen quiet for them to be able to hear the crackling sounds of the logs of wood burning in the fireplace.
Belle didn't go to ask him more questions tonight as she didn't know what else Lucas had up his sleeve and would use to trick and scare her. But she was stubborn too. Something told her he wasn't the pond and he was instead the sea that could swallow her up.
"How was your time with Mr. Edmond? Mrs. Edmond sent another invitation for lunch again," said Lucas to her.
