Standing beside him was none other than Astrid.
“Lyra!” Astrid smiled and rushed to me, pulling me into a tight embrace. “I’ve missed you so much, Lyra.”
Sometimes, I couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly Astrid played the role of the perfect, most affectionate friend.
I also admired Lucian. It took him less than half an hour after signing the contract to get Astrid back.
And now, here they were.
Lucian’s face remained expressionless as he spoke, "Astrid just came back. She said she really wanted to see you, so I brought her over."
As they stepped inside, his footsteps faltered slightly as his gaze swept over the packed boxes.
"Are you moving out?"
His casual question made my heart skip a beat.
"You don’t have to move out. I won’t need this place and Astrid won’t be living here either."
Astrid's expression changed slightly, her grip on my hand tightening. She turned to me with a smile, pulling my hand along.
"That's right. Lucian told me. Over the years, you've taken care of him so much. This house is a little gesture from us to show our appreciation."
Taken care of...
Did Lucian really say that to Astrid?