At the sight of her husband, Mrs. Belmont walked past Lucian with desperate urgency before she flung her arms around her husband's neck and a cry escaped her that was hours of accumulated fear.
"Where have you been?! I have been looking for you all over the place. Thank God you are here!"
The man frowned over her words, his expression shifting into something defensive. He huffed, "I got chased around by some of those damn debt collectors. I had to travel on foot and hide in the trees."
Mrs. Belmont pulled away from the embrace before she smacked his arm in frustration.
"W—What are you doing?! My hands are still weak," he looked offended.
"It is what happens when you keep gambling!" Her worry had transformed into irritation. "I was worried something happened to you. Did you not think about what I might go through?"
