[Rynthall Estate, Dining Room]
Lucien and Elysia continued to glare at Silas, probably stabbing with their eyes. Silas, however, was the only one visibly melting under pressure—sweating a full Niagara Falls down his back.
Lucien tapped his foot with the grace of a ticking time bomb. "Well?" he asked sweetly. "Are you planning to speak sometime before Elysia graduates?"
"I—I—" Silas stammered, dabbing his forehead with a handkerchief now drenched. "I didn't mean to hide it! It's not like he was… around!"
Lucien's eyes widened—slowly—like a villain in a soap opera. "Oh? Not around?" he echoed, leaning in with a hand dramatically over his heart. "So you thought, 'Ah yes, perfect chance to commit some light treason against my husband!'"
