She wore no makeup, yet her complexion was naturally radiant, glowing with maternal health.
Lucian had changed into a dark dress shirt and tailored trousers, looking sharp and undeniably imposing. Standing side by side, they were a picture-perfect couple.
When their chauffeur pulled up to the manor's grand entrance, another vehicle was already parked in the driveway.
It was a sleek, black Maybach—understated yet oozing wealth.
"Looks like they beat us here." Lucian stared at the car for a fraction of a second before stepping out and turning to help his wife down.
Fingers intertwined, they walked through the grand double doors together.
As they crossed the sprawling courtyard and reached the threshold of the main living room, an obnoxiously enthusiastic female voice rang out.
"Oh, my! Lucian and Seraphina are here!"
Charlene sprang up from the velvet sofa, a plastic smile plastered across her face. Her eyes flicked toward Seraphina's swollen belly, and her smile faltered for a split second.
"Look at that bump! It's grown so much just in the last few days. The first precious heir of the Langford family will be here before we know it."
Seraphina offered a tight, polite smile, her gaze drifting past the woman to the other occupants of the room.
Lawrence was seated at the far end of the sectional, entirely absorbed in his newspaper. As usual, his face was an unreadable mask.
Grandma Eleanor sat at the head of the arrangement, her fingers absentmindedly brushing over her jade beads, a warm, matriarchal presence.
And right beside her sat a young man.
He was dressed in high-end casual wear. His facial structure bore a striking resemblance to Lucian's, but the vibe he gave off was entirely different. Where Lucian was cold, composed, and unapproachable, this man radiated an arrogant, rebellious swagger.
Landon.
The name echoed in her mind.
He was staring right back at her.
His eyes drifted from her face down to her pregnant belly. Then, flashing a perfectly calculated smile, he said, "Nice to meet you, Seraphina. I'm Landon. I've been stuck out of the country for a while, so I guess this is our first official introduction."
His tone struck an impeccable balance—neither overly familiar nor rudely distant. It was entirely effortless.


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