Chapter 905

Rosalind's thoughts were in complete disarray. Her mind refused to focus. Lucian had become unexpectedly tender.

Why?

Their relationship had ended long ago. What was his game now?

She whispered hesitantly, "You should go find someone else—"

Before she could finish, Lucian seized her chin firmly, his dark eyes burning with intensity. "Who exactly do you suggest?"

He could have anyone. Genevieve. Vivian. Any woman he desired.

But his grip only tightened as he demanded, "Say it."

Rosalind stayed silent. The dangerous glint in his gaze made her pulse quicken.

Lucian studied her face intently. "Since we broke up... I haven't been with anyone."

Rosalind's breath caught. What was he implying?

"Not a single woman," he clarified.

Shock rippled through her. Not even Genevieve?

Lucian pressed his thumb against her lips, rubbing insistently. Back and forth, until her lips paled then flushed again, plump and inviting. The sight made his breathing uneven.

His voice came out rough. "Will you come to me tonight?"

Rosalind felt overwhelmed, her thoughts tangled in fog. After a moment's hesitation, she shook her head. "No."

Lucian's chest heaved with frustration. He leaned in and nipped at the corner of her mouth.

"Ah!" She flinched at the sharp sting.

Finally releasing her, his voice held a warning edge. "Don't play games with me. I'm not someone you want to cross."

She stared at him, bewildered. What was he accusing her of? She'd done nothing to provoke him.

Just then, Lillian's voice called from nearby. "Rosalind? Lucian? Where are you?"

No time for explanations. Rosalind hastily pushed Lucian away, smoothed her clothes, and hurried out. "Coming!"

"There you are! Wait—what happened to your lips?"

Rosalind panicked. "I—I accidentally bit them."

Lillian raised an eyebrow. "How do you bite just your lips like that?"

The skepticism was obvious.

Rosalind quickly took her arm. "Let's eat."

As they sat at the table, Lillian smirked. "Lucian kissed you, didn't he?"

Silence.

"I'm not a child anymore," Lillian added knowingly. "No need to pretend."

Wordlessly, Rosalind stuffed a piece of fish into Lillian's mouth. "Eat your dinner!"

Meanwhile, Lucian remained in the kitchen, letting the cool air calm his racing pulse. In his current state, he couldn't face them yet. While Lillian had grown up, some things were still inappropriate for her to witness.

He pulled out his phone, rereading the message from "sweet_rose"—Rosalind's flirtatious confession still glowing on the screen. A faint smile touched his lips.

He could wait one night. Tomorrow's date would come soon enough.

No need to rush.

When he'd finally regained composure, Lucian joined them at the table.

One was his beloved sister, the other the woman who owned his heart. These two were his entire world now.

With them near, his heart felt complete—utterly full.

Lillian grinned mischievously. "Lucian, you kissed Rosalind, didn't you?"

Rosalind sighed, wondering why food couldn't silence the girl.

Lillian continued her critique, "Lucian, you're terrible at kissing. Why did you bite her? Kissing requires finesse—gentleness! If it's unpleasant, Rosalind won't want to kiss you again."