After learning the full story, Lambert fell into complete silence.
Especially after hearing what Madelyn had said, his expression darkened even further.
But now wasn’t the time to confront Madelyn—what mattered was how to explain things to Ariana. He didn’t want such a trivial matter to create a rift between them.
Having made up his mind, Lambert headed upstairs.
At that moment, Ariana was sitting silently in the bedroom, staring out the window without a word. Even when she heard the bedroom door open, she didn’t so much as glance back.
Lambert walked over slowly.
Ariana remained motionless, her gaze fixed on the scenery outside.
When Lambert finally stopped beside her, he let out an almost imperceptible sigh. After a pause, he spoke softly, "I’ve already talked to Fanny. She told me what happened today."
Ariana’s eyelashes fluttered faintly, but she still refused to turn around.
Lambert couldn’t help but smile faintly.
It wasn’t often he saw Ariana like this, especially when she was jealous over him. He had to admit, it gave him a strange little thrill.
At that thought, he quickly cleared his throat, shaking off the notion. Instead, he turned her around firmly, placing his hands on her shoulders and making sure she looked at him before saying seriously, "I never mentioned this to you before, but it wasn’t because I was hiding anything. I’d genuinely forgotten about it. Ariana, I’ll admit, seeing you jealous for me makes me happy—but there’s also a part of me that isn’t."
Ariana’s cheeks flushed slightly at his earlier words.
But by the time he finished, her temper flared.
Her sharp glare seemed to say, 'You’re not happy? I’m the one who should be upset here!'
Lambert's lips curled into another faint smile. Then, he gently pressed a kiss to Ariana's forehead, his voice husky and tender as he murmured, "You should believe that no one could ever replace you in my heart."
Ariana's hand stilled for a moment.
After a pause, she turned her face away awkwardly and asked, "Then what’s this about a stand-in? That ex-girlfriend of yours—do I look like her?"
Lambert didn’t lie. He gave a slight nod. "Yes. When I first saw you, I was surprised because you did resemble her a little." Noticing how her expression darkened again at his words, he chuckled softly and continued, "But I didn’t work with you and later fall for you, just because of that resemblance. After all, plenty of women look like her. I’m not the kind of man to lose my head over a pretty face."
After a beat, he shrugged and added, "Of course, that was before I met you."
At that, Ariana’s face flushed completely red.
She knew Lambert had always been a charmer—though he’d never crossed certain lines, he had no shortage of smooth moves. Rationally, she told herself this was just his usual routine, that flirting was second nature to him. Yet every time, against her better judgment, she still fell for it.
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