Chapter 925

Reginald and Genevieve stood frozen in shock.

They had suspected Rosalind might be in Lucian's office. After all, she was probably the only person who could make him refuse to see them.

But they never expected to find her like this—curled up in his arms, fast asleep as if she belonged there.

Genevieve paled, her voice trembling with disbelief. "How could you—"

Reginald's gaze locked onto Rosalind, still peacefully dozing in Lucian's embrace. "After everything with Vivian? She pushed you toward another woman! She manipulated you!"

Genevieve's tone turned sharp. "We thought you came here to confront her, not to—"

Vivian's betrayal had ignited Lucian's fury like never before. They had assumed it would be the final blow to whatever remained between him and Rosalind. No man could forgive something like that.

Yet here they were.

Lucian lifted his gaze, calm and unreadable. "I've already handled the situation with Vivian."

He had handled it—thoroughly, ruthlessly—but not in the way they imagined. That particular punishment had been exacted in private, behind closed doors.

Reginald scoffed. "You think a little discipline is enough to fix this?"

Genevieve narrowed her eyes. "So you're just taking her back? Just like that?"

Lucian arched a brow. "Why shouldn't I?"

Genevieve opened her mouth but found no words.

Reginald was equally speechless.

Just then, Rosalind stirred, pressing deeper into Lucian's chest with a soft sigh. Her flushed cheek nestled against him, still lost in sleep.

"Lower your voices," Lucian murmured, his tone quiet but firm. "You'll wake her."

Reginald threw his hands up. "She has you completely under her spell!"

Lucian ignored the jab. "Was there anything else? If not, you can leave."

A clear dismissal.

Genevieve hesitated, clearly wanting to argue, but Reginald tugged her arm. "Let's go."

Reluctantly, she followed him toward the door. At the last second, she glanced back.

Lucian sat on the couch, his expression softer than she'd ever seen it. His fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from Rosalind's face before carefully tucking the blanket tighter around her.

Genevieve's nails dug into her palm, the pain barely registering over the fury burning through her.

She had been certain the Frostbloom incident would finally tear them apart. Instead, Lucian seemed more devoted than ever.

Outside the office, Reginald exhaled heavily. "Genevieve, it's over. He's made his choice. That man is gone."

Who would have thought the ruthless, calculating Lucian Graves would become this—utterly, hopelessly smitten?

Genevieve clenched her fists. "You have to help me."

"I have been helping you," Reginald said tiredly. "But you can't force someone's heart. He's in love with her. There's no changing that."

With a final sigh, he walked away.

"Reginald!" Genevieve snapped, stomping her foot in frustration.

She wasn't giving up.

Pulling out her phone, she dialed Julian Blackwood.

The call connected after a few rings. Julian's smug voice filtered through. "Well? How's the grand plan going? Shouldn't you have Lucian wrapped around your finger by now?"

Genevieve's expression darkened. "It didn't work."