Lucian's POV...
"Since you're not leaving..." I gestured at the container, the steam long gone from the cheap noodles. The simplicity of the meal felt like a quiet rebellion against the life we'd been handed. "Do you feel like eating? You should join me."
Amelia raised an eyebrow, her polished facade cracking for just a moment as she eyed the humble food. There was something almost sacred in this small act of normalcy—two billionaires sharing takeout in a quiet office.
"You know what's shocking?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping into that familiar, teasing rhythm only siblings share. "We haven't talked in a long time. And my brother—my Lucian—is already eating noodles."
"And what's bad about that?" I asked, though I already knew where this was heading.
"Just imagine James Lionel eating noodles."
