0049 The Price of Love

“Excuse me? What past?” Cedric sounded confused. “Retrieve your body?”

Andre de Lancy did not move, nor did he say anything else to deny or acknowledge the questions. Cedric sighed, resigning to the fate of dying of curiosity for a long while. This cousin of his, even if he was amiable towards him, if it’s something that he did not want to talk about, he would never open his mouth to say anything.

“What happened while I was sleeping?” André asked as expected, changing the topic.

Cedric studied him for a while before pouting.

“The little bitch touched your wife,” Cedric said and André raised his brow at him.

Whenever Cedric spoke crass language in his British twang, he made people around him feel weird. After all, his accent and the context of his words did not match. Also, it was weird to hear swear words from someone so noble looking. But then, his eyes narrowed upon absorbing his words. He looked at Cedric, prompting him to continue speaking.