Chapter 932

Rosalind shot Lucian a fiery glare.

Lucian reached over and playfully tweaked her nose. "Hungry?"

She swatted his hand away. "Starving," she admitted.

"I'll whip something up for you," he said with a lazy grin.

Throwing off the covers, Lucian rose from the bed and began dressing.

Rosalind tried—really tried—not to look. But honestly, when a man like that stood right in front of you, pulling on his clothes with effortless grace, how could anyone resist stealing a glance? It was practically a crime not to appreciate the view.

Her gaze lingered as he buttoned up his crisp white shirt, the fabric stretching taut over his broad shoulders. When he rolled his sleeves to his elbows, revealing those sculpted forearms, she swallowed hard.

Then, as if sensing her stare, Lucian turned and caught her red-handed.

Rosalind panicked and snapped her eyes shut, feigning sleep.

He knew better. The Rosalind he knew was terrible at lying—adorably so. The way her long lashes fluttered gave her away instantly.

Amused, he stalked back to the bed and caged her in with his arms, leaning down until his breath brushed her lips. "Still not satisfied from last night? Now you're sneaking looks?"

"I was not!" she huffed, cheeks burning. "You're so full of yourself!"

"Oh, really?"

Flustered, Rosalind yanked the covers over her head to hide.

Lucian chuckled, clearly enjoying himself. "I'll make breakfast. Sleep a little longer."

He tugged the blanket down just enough to press a lingering kiss to her forehead before striding out.

Alone, Rosalind lay there, heart pounding. This felt surreal—like she'd slipped into a dream. She had gone to his company, and now she was staying in his estate. They shared meals, went on dates, watched movies, and tangled together at night like lovers.

It was as if they were dating all over again.

Was that what he wanted?

He hadn't said it outright, but the way he looked at her, touched her—it was impossible to ignore.

A slow smile curved her lips.

But when she sat up, a sharp twinge shot through her abdomen. Her stomach churned uneasily.

Dread pooled in her chest. Was something wrong with the baby?

She pressed a hand to her still-flat stomach. She had warned him to be careful, but Lucian was relentless when lost in passion.

What if he'd hurt the baby?

With how insatiable he'd been lately, she wasn't sure she could keep up.

She needed to see Harrison for a checkup.

Grabbing her phone, she quickly texted: [Coming to see you today.]

Harrison replied instantly: [Got it.]

Rosalind washed up and stepped out to find breakfast waiting.

Lucian glanced up. "You're awake already? Could've slept in."

"I have plans with Harrison," she said. "Heading over soon."

He nodded. "I'll drive you."

Her pulse spiked. She wasn't ready for him to know.

"No need," she said quickly. "I'll go alone."