The Return of Lord Bryan

Chapter hundred sixteen

Josiah's expression darkened, his lips compressing into a thin line. He seemed to be struggling to maintain his composure, his eyes flashing with irritation. "I see," he said finally, his voice tight. "Well, I suppose that's understandable."

"Of course it is, or would you want it any other way?” She asked, her tone almost challenging.

He leaned back in his chair, his movements stiff. "Very well, we'll wait for your lawyer to arrive. But in the meantime..." He signaled to the waiter, who was just walking by with a bottle of some whiskey. "Bring us some wine. The best you have."

Claire's gaze never left Josiah's face, her expression stiff. "I don't drink," she said flatly, her eyes half closed as she spoke, like she was already bored of his presence.

Josiah's eyes narrowed, his face reddening slightly. "Come now, Claire. Just one glass," he coaxed, his tone trying hard to remain sweet.

But Claire remained unmoved, her eyes cold and unyielding. "I said no, Josiah. And I mean it."

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