Remorse After Breaking Up (Sebastian)

"Cassandra, Chelsea, what are you two doing here so late?" Luke asked, eyeing them suspiciously.

"I came to check on my future sister-in-law and offer some advice to keep her from crying tomorrow," Cassandra explained.

Luke remained skeptical. He knew Cassandra too well. She was always up to something. Helping him was out of the question-he'd be grateful if she just didn't cause trouble.

He then glanced at Chelsea Sanders, who stood beside Cassandra.

Chelsea originally belonged to a branch of the Sanders family, but after catching Luke's eye, she had been brought in as a mistress.

"I just came along with Ms. Lennon," Chelsea said, her voice wavering.

Luke nodded without further question. "Alright, you guys can go talk to her, but don't stay too long. We have a busy day tomorrow. I'll go check on Bruce. We'll head back together later.

Cassandra nodded and led Chelsea toward Lana's room.

"Cassandra!" Luke's voice stopped her in her tracks.

Had Luke figured

she asked, turning back with a forced

walking funny? Are you

Cassandra's cheeks. Of course, she

tearing apart. She cursed Ethan inwardly, wishing she could cut his dick and feed him

done. He'd probably cry his eyes out

something earlier, nothing

have any effect. It was akin to getting bitten by a mosquito. How

extensive experience, Luke quickly grasped the situation. Choosing to let it slide,

Chelsea entered Lana's room. She looked worn out and disheveled,

few perfunctory questions before

Luke insisting

to bed as she was too exhausted. She hadn't

in his room while frequently glancing outside for any sign

from her, he realized counting on Cassandra was hopeless. He had to take matters into his own