Chapter 63 — What Have You Lost?
"That woman... you like her, don’t you?"
Stupefied by her strange question, Lucian paused for a second, trying to recall which woman she might be referring to. But no one came to mind. He hadn’t been close to any woman since returning to Selvarys.
"Who are you talking about?"
"...that blonde lady," Cynthia sighed, placing her hand on her cheek, as if she were brushing her hair off her face, only to wipe away the sticky liquid on her skin.
"Why..." Lucian paused, inhaling deeply.
Was that the reason why she was crying? His heartbeat froze for a moment before he shook his head.
That’s impossible.
He told himself, a faint, cold smile forming on his lips. The idea of her crying because she was afraid he might leave... it wasn’t something he hated. In fact, he didn’t mind seeing her hurt. But he’d never dare show that. Not when it could complicate matters with the kings of Selvarys and Eldoria.
"Your Highness, do you hate me?" Cynthia asked, her voice almost a whisper as she turned her head to look up at the taller man seated beside her.
That question again...
Lucian let out a soft sigh. His gaze traced over her amethyst eyes, then to her soft lips, before shifting to the delicate curve of her body wrapped in the white dress he had bought for her. She didn’t look bad. If anything, she looked too good for the role she was cast in. No man would openly admit to hating her.