Chapter 921

Rosalind's heart pounded as Lucian insisted she call him "darling" again.

He'd already played this game with her at the pharmacy—why was he still tormenting her?

"Absolutely not!" Rosalind crossed her arms defiantly.

Lucian didn't press further. He simply gave her a lazy smile and said, "Then take the contraceptive."

"Not happening!" she snapped.

Without another word, Lucian shifted gears and accelerated down the road.

Rosalind soon realized they weren't heading toward her apartment. The cityscape blurred past unfamiliar streets.

"Where are you taking me?"

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. "If there's even a one percent chance you're carrying my child, I'm not letting you out of my sight. We're going to Quantum Innovations."

Her stomach dropped. His corporate headquarters?

"I refuse!"

"That pill was your only way out." His voice turned dangerously soft. "If you're pregnant, I'll—"

Rosalind's nails dug into her palms. "You'll what? Force me to terminate it?"

The words tumbled out before she could stop them. She was already three months along—still able to conceal the bump beneath loose sweaters. But soon? Impossible.

She needed to know where he stood.

Lucian's smirk returned. "What do you imagine I'd do?"

"I don't know!" Her voice cracked. That was the terrifying part.

"Tell me honestly," she demanded. "If I were pregnant, what would happen?"

His lips curved. "That curious?"

"Yes."

"I'd..." He drew out the pause, watching her lean closer.

Then he laughed. "Get pregnant first. Then you'll see."

"What?" Rosalind gaped at him.

His devilish grin widened. "Experience is the best teacher, sweetheart."

Furious, she pinched his forearm hard.

Lucian only chuckled. "Cute."

If he hadn't been driving, she would've slapped that arrogant smile off his face.

Thirty minutes later, his black Bentley purred to a stop before the glass skyscraper. Lucian circled the car and yanked open her door.

"Out."

"No." She gripped the seatbelt. "This is humiliating. We're over. You're dating Genevieve now. Just stop."

In one fluid motion, he scooped her into his arms.

Rosalind gasped. "Put me down!"

"Should've walked when you had the chance." He adjusted his grip, striding toward the entrance.

She writhed against him. "Are you insane? Everyone's staring!"

Her pulse raced. Two years ago, this would've been romantic. Now? It was a public spectacle.

Lucian ignored her squirming, his arms like steel bands as he carried her through the gawking crowd of executives. Every head turned. Every whisper cut through her like a knife.

The elevator doors closed behind them, sealing her fate.