Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love

With a courteous nod, Lucy painted a clear picture for Augustus of what it meant to give a fake smile.

"Mr. Scruggs, is there something you wanted to talk about?"

She inwardly groaned, praying not to get trapped in another pointless conversation like the one that morning. It had been filled with nonsensical chatter that dragged on forever.

Cillian was at home waiting for her, and if she was late, he would surely start to worry-especially with how overprotective he had been lately.

A headache began to form. She was not a child, after all. Regardless, she really did not feel like speaking to the man before her. Oblivious to Lucy's discomfort, Augustus cheerfully asked, "I actually have a matter to discuss. Also, I was wondering if you might come over to my place?"

Alarm bells rang in Lucy's head. What was he implying? Inviting a near-stranger to his home... Were Charleston folks always so welcoming? That could not be right. She had heard that Charleston locals were known for being aloof and distant. This had to be out of the ordinary. He must be up to something.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Lucy made up her mind to turn him down politely, "I'm sorry, Mr. Scruggs, but I have someone waiting for me at home. Besides, it's almost 6:30 pm. If I don't head back now, my friend will start worrying."

Augustus' eyes popped. He had always been blessed with angelic looks that made people cave with just a soft smile. However, for the first time, he was on the receiving end of a flat-out 'no'.

Under normal circumstances, he would just shrug it off if Lucy was not up for something. There was no point in pressing when he was only going to get the silent treatment, right?

However, today's mission came straight from his best bud. The next time he bumped into Lucy, he had to snag her digits.

He could not let his pal down, not when he had made a rare request Ignoring Lucy's clear reluctance, he teased her, "Your friend's a real worrywart, huh? It's just a friendly visit, nothing to sweat over."

However, Lucy's guard went up even more. That guy had to be up to something, and she dropped all pretenses of politeness. "I'm busy, sir!"

Augustus feigned a troubled look,

though inside, he was doing a victory dance. Maintaining his composure, he said, "If you're occupied, perhaps another occasion would be suitable. Could you provide your contact information so that we can connect later?"

Lucy's frown deepened. It turned out that this was his game. She could give him her number, but something about him just did not sit right with her. Still, she wanted out of that conversation. With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and rattled off her number.

Inside, Augustus was doing cartwheels and happily jotted down Lucy's number.

Finally, he could report back to his best friend!

Augustus was filled with anxiety whenever he thought about his friend. He still could not fathom why his buddy was so hung up on Lucy.