There was no beating around the bush. He wanted to have a proper discussion.
When Ashton brought me home last time, he’d made sure that Nicolas was aware of his intentions. Nothing much had happened to either side recently except for that incident with the researcher that Nicolas had hired.
The faked calm atmosphere from before instantly turned tense.
We were the guests, so naturally, Nicolas was in a much more awkward position as the host of this little get-together.
But he maintained his kind façade, chuckling, “Their arrival was so sudden, and you have children at your house, so we were worried that they might not feel comfortable there. I’ve already invited them to sleep at our place during their stay here.”
“There’s no need for that,” Ashton cut in. “The presidential suite at The Jade is permanently reserved for me. That should be more than enough to accommodate them.”
The corner of Nicolas’ mouth quirked up slightly in contempt as his eyebrows furrowed together. It was obvious to anyone that he didn’t think highly of Ashton.
After a brief pause, he spoke up. “Young people these days. Your children have already grown up, and yet you still haven’t learned to respect your elders? The trip here from M Country was more than ten hours long; do you want to see them go through even more trouble? Besides, your parents-in-law live so far apart from us that we’ll need to make sure to keep in contact with each other from now on. It’s decided that they’re staying here. I’ll take good care of your wife’s family, so don’t worry too much.”
“And what if I won’t let them stay here?” Ashton asked, his tone sharp and dangerous.
“That’s up to you,” Nicolas shrugged. “If you’re able to take them out of here, then I can’t say much. Although, I will remind you: these fellows here are quite old and frail. If anything happens when you leave with them, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Are you implying that you’ll make them stay here by force?” I had grown sick of his mask of kindness.
Chanaea was no place for him to be dogmatic.
Nicolas gave me a sidelong glance, the disdain in his eyes from before still there. “As Ashton’s wife, you should at least call me ‘father’. Did the Stovall family nor the Moore family teach you such basic manners? Or did you forget to respect your elders after a six-year-long nap, Scarlett?”
He didn’t need to elaborate any further for me to realize that he already knew my true identity.
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