Chapter 242: Lucifer’s Angel
Evangeline sat in her office, staring outside, lost in her own thoughts even as the assistant had placed a towering pile of work in front of her.
The slight wind outside made her yearn to go out, a longing that she had never felt before almost making it difficult for her to breathe. In the first order of things, she needed to buy a good motorbike for herself so that she could feel that freedom of the wind running through her again. The thrill of the speed and the power of the engine. And then she would forget Luci...
A deep sigh escaped her. She missed Lucifer. Despite being with him only for a few days, she missed him. And that made her angry. All her life, she had kept a distance from people, and been aloof despite yearning to be a part of them and connect, all because of her status. Her father had drilled into her since a young age that she needed to be seen as perfect with not a single weakness visible.
And yet, when it came to Lucifer, she had somehow put down those defences. Or rather he had bypassed them without her even realizing. She wanted to blame her naivety, but the truth was that he was a symbol of everything she had always wanted and never had. Added to that, like a classic example of some cliche romance, she- ’the perfect princess’ had fallen for the bad boy with his imperfect hair and arrogant looks.
Shaking her head at her thoughts, Evangeline stood up and walked outside, seeing the setting sun as she wondered where Lucifer was at that moment. The thing about bad boy was that they never changed in reality no matter what anyone might want to believe. And she did not dare to take on this challenge. Yet, every moment, she only thought of him. Had he left there and gone back to where he had come from? Or had he found some other target to achieve what it was she wanted?
But was he truly as bad as she believed? That was another thought that had been torturing her. After all, he’d been a true gentleman with her all the time. Even as he’d led her on, he had not treated her with disrespect, trying to clarify his own motives before they could be too close. And then when she had denied him, he had continued to do things for her until they parted ways.
"It was all his plan," a cynical voice inside her mind whispered. If he had slept with you the way you were throwing yourself at him, then you would have chalked this up to a bad fling in the end. But he gave you a glimpse of what he could do for you and then left you yearning for more. And that way, he would approach her again.
"But what was it that he wanted?", Evangeline murmured to herself. He did not need or want money, of that she was sure. All his clothing though understated, was branded by top designers. And he had not let her spend a dime... Of course, it could all be for show, but she doubted that.
"It can’t be for fame because he did not try to publicize our outings. In fact, he went out of his way to keep things between us private."
Her fingers tapped on the windowsill as she continued to ponder," Could he be interested in getting something from the royal house of Estania?"
She discarded that thought as well. Just then a knock sounded on the door, breaking her out of her thoughts. As she started to turn away, her eyes fell on someone getting off the car in the distance and she froze in shock.
Her heart skipped a beat as she squinted, trying to make out the person who had just turned to be greeted by her father’s assistant. It must be someone important if Roberts had come out himself. Who was this person.., and why did he look so much like...