A brief gesture, almost devoid of emotion, yet it still sent a strange flutter through Haisley's chest. She could only stare at her husband's back as he began to walk away. But suddenly, just as Lucas was about to take a step, he felt the back of his jacket being tugged.
He turned around, eyes landing on Haisley, who now stood still, head bowed, as if unsure of what to say. Her eyes were filled with confusion."What is it?" he asked, trying to decipher the meaning behind that fragile touch. But Haisley remained silent. Her lips moved, but no words came out.
Lucas let out a sigh, his voice returning to its cold tone as he said, "If you need anything, just tell the maid."
His gaze dropped to his wife's fingers, still clutching the hem of his jacket. Gently, without force, he pried them off firmly, yet softly.
