Chapter 907

Reginald was rendered speechless.

He had absolutely nothing left to say—Lucian's twisted reasoning had left him utterly flabbergasted.

Truth be told, arguing with a hopelessly smitten CEO like Lucian was like talking to a brick wall. Their perspectives were galaxies apart.

Reginald couldn't deny the destructive power of first love, though. Lucian was still completely obsessed with Rosalind—the privileged heiress who had waltzed into his life when he was just a struggling nobody. And now, no matter what logic dictated, he refused to let her go.

Still, as a sane individual with functioning brain cells, Reginald despised Rosalind. In his eyes, she had shattered his best friend's heart one too many times.

"Lucian, snap out of it. I swear she's cast some kind of spell on you."

Just then, the office door swung open, and Genevieve strode in.

Today, Genevieve had pulled out all the stops. Her emerald silk dress clung to her curves like liquid, and even her honey-blonde waves cascaded perfectly over her shoulders. She wasn't wasting this opportunity—she was determined to make Lucian see her as more than just his physician.

"What's going on here?" she asked with practiced sweetness.

"Thank God you're here!" Reginald jumped in. "Talk some sense into him. He's about to have dinner with Ms. Fairchild!"

"What?" Genevieve's smile froze.

She moved closer, her heels clicking sharply. "I thought you two were over. Why are you seeing her again?"

Reginald cut in before Lucian could respond. "Because she came slithering back, batting her lashes, and he folded like a house of cards."

Genevieve's nails dug into her palms. She couldn't fathom why Rosalind always stood in her way. But this time, she wouldn't lose.

"Are you blind?" she demanded, turning to Lucian. "Ms. Fairchild has been manipulating you from day one! When your face was ruined, she tossed you aside. Now that you're handsome again, she wants you back. It's a trap—don't fall for it!"

Lucian met her gaze evenly. "It's not a trap. She's attracted to how I look now, and I do look good. What's the problem?"

Genevieve gaped.

Reginald looked equally stunned.

Lucian checked his watch. "I need to leave."

"Lucian!" Genevieve called desperately.

Reginald added, "Open your eyes! Genevieve's the one who stood by you through everything. She risked her life trekking through Santorina to find Frostbloom for you. Without her, your face would still be—"

Lucian turned back to Genevieve. "I appreciate what you did. That's why I had Nathaniel transfer a million to your account."

Genevieve blanched. She'd given him the rarest medicinal flower in existence, and all she got was a bank transfer. Not even a glimmer of hope.

Reginald scowled. "She doesn't want your money. She wants you."

Lucian locked eyes with Genevieve. "Is that true? You want me?"

Genevieve lifted her chin. "Yes. I love you."

Lucian's voice remained chillingly calm. "Then you already know—I don't love you back."

Genevieve flinched.

Lucian continued, "You've always been just a friend. There's never been anything more, and you know it. If a million isn't enough, I'll have Nathaniel send another. But money's all I can give you. Not my heart. Understood?"

Genevieve's fists trembled at her sides.

Lucian adjusted his cufflinks. "We're adults. Let's not pretend otherwise. I'm leaving now."