"Wh–"
Just as Ivan was about to question, Lucien interrupted.
"Lady Dorothy," Lucien kneels before her, grabbing both of her arms. "Please, stand up." Her voice uttered in a most delicate and innocent tone. She pulls her up and Dorothy as well stood up a little surprised.
"A lovely maiden like you doesn't suit when they are kneeling and crying." Lucien took out her handkerchief and gently wipes the tears drenching her cheeks.
"It's almost like you are begging me to kill you in an instant." Her tone suddenly changed to low and chill including her gaze which turned dark. It nearly flinched Dorothy who stared at her with wide eyes.
"Since you keep on asking me for tea," Lucien continued, passing her handkerchief to Rosetta. Her expression suddenly changes into a delightful and delicate voice. "Why don't we have lunch together instead of tea. Somehow, hearing the word tea every day is making me feel nauseous." She adjusted her hair, carefully tugging it behind her ears.
