Chapter 942
Rosalind's delicate fingers trembled as she stared at the steaming cup of coffee. The rich aroma that once comforted her now made her stomach churn. She was carrying new life within her - coffee was strictly forbidden.
Reginald's knuckles turned white as he gripped the table edge. His carefully laid plans were unraveling. "I had this specially prepared for you," he insisted through gritted teeth. "Are you deliberately trying to humiliate me?"
Rosalind opened her mouth to explain about her pregnancy, but Reginald cut her off sharply.
"Enough excuses! If you truly respect me, you'll drink that damn coffee right now!"
Hidden behind a potted fern, Julian Blackwood and Genevieve exchanged tense glances. Their anticipation turned to frustration when Rosalind set the cup down untouched.
"Why isn't she drinking?" Julian hissed, his expensive suit wrinkling as he leaned forward.
Genevieve's manicured nails dug into her palms. "Idiot! She's pregnant! We should've ordered herbal tea instead."
Julian's aristocratic features twisted into something ugly. "Then we'll do this the hard way."
"What do you propose?" Genevieve asked, already reaching for her phone.
Julian's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "We take her by force. The private clinic is prepped and waiting."
Back at the table, Rosalind studied Reginald's twitching eye and clammy forehead. His desperation reeked of guilt. "Why are you so obsessed with me drinking this?" she demanded, pushing the cup away. "Unless...there's something in it?"
Reginald's Adam's apple bobbed violently. "I..."
The truth dawned on Rosalind like icy water. "You poisoned it, didn't you?" Her voice shook with betrayal. "Does Lucian know about this?"
Reginald couldn't meet her accusing gaze. "I'm his closest friend! I couldn't let you destroy him!"
Rosalind's laugh was bitter. "And you're certain I'm the villain here?"
"Who else would be?" he spat.
Realizing reasoning was futile, Rosalind stood abruptly, chair screeching. "We're done here."
"Rosalind!" Reginald lunged for her arm.
She froze mid-step as Genevieve materialized before her, flanked by six broad-shouldered men in tactical gear.
Genevieve's crimson lips curved. "Going somewhere, darling?"
Rosalind whirled toward Reginald. "You're working with her?" The betrayal cut deeper than she imagined possible.
Genevieve snapped her fingers. "Since you declined our hospitality..." The armed men closed in.
Rosalind's scream tore through the restaurant as gloved hands seized her. "Let go of me! Where are you taking me?"
"Somewhere you'll finally be useful," Genevieve purred.
Rosalind twisted toward Reginald, eyes pleading. "You're really allowing this?"
Reginald pulled Genevieve aside, voice low with alarm. "Who are these men?"
The cold professionalism of the security team unsettled him. These weren't ordinary thugs - they moved with military precision. What had Genevieve gotten them into?