"Lynda, Lynda!" Lynda's mother suddenly rushed over, panting.
She pulled Lynda away from the Duke and bowed her head. "Good morning, Your Grace. Please, forgive my daughter, she's quite a chatterbox." She sounded nervous, her gaze cast down.
Lucien stood, taking his hands behind him. "You seem to be quite busy, Rosalie," he spoke calmly, staring at the woman's face, his expression revealing nothing.
Rosalie nodded, "Yes, Your Grace. But I am happy to do every work; I owe you my life." She bowed in gratitude.
Lucien glanced at Elian, who seemed to be frozen beside Rowan, his fists clenching beside him as he realized that Elian looked extremely worried for the woman.
Was there a contact he didn't know about?
"I hope you do more work, Rosalie. Do not spend your time daydreaming about men," Lucien said, taking a step backward.
Rosalie flushed red, nodding her head. "Yes, Your Grace." She bowed, stealing a glance at Elian and lowering her head again.
