"I want to go."
The entire dining room stilled, confusion slowly etching onto everyone's faces. Then, as if automatically, the maids slid their eyes toward one another and exchanged looks.
What did Ashley mean by that?
Did she really get tired of escaping that she was now asking Lucian nicely?
Had she not given up?
Primo tilted his head, looking at Ashley across from him. Unlike the anxiety-stricken servants, he was clueless about Ashley's intentions at the moment.
As for Lucian, he faced his wife and knitted his brows ever so slightly.
"You want to go?" he repeated, confused. "Where?"
"With Primo," Ashley answered without a second's hesitation. "Oh, not just me. You and me."
Again, the entire room went still. This time, however, Primo's cluelessness shifted into confusion like everyone else's.
She wanted to go… with me?
Ashley huffed and glanced at Primo. "Primo is still young, and I don't feel comfortable sending him away all by himself."
