Chapter 64 — Her Real Smile
"It seems like you are having a good time," Lucian’s voice interrupted, causing Cynthia to halt her laughter.
The corners of her lips dropped abruptly as she turned to look at the man standing before her, dressed in a thick black coat, his dark hair brushed off by the cold breeze of the fall.
The dark-haired man leaned closer to her face, his cold thumbs placed at the corners of her lips as he locked gaze with her. He carefully watched her complexion, so different from the one she had earlier.
"So that was her real smile," he thought, gazing closely at her trembling lips, her smile was obviously a fake one. Perhaps, she confused him with the foolish nobles who couldn’t even notice the difference between a fake and real smile. Yet again, he had to learn the difference or he would have survived within the palace walls as the illegitimate child he was.
"What is it, Your Highness?" She asked, perplexed by his strange action. He wouldn’t usually lay a finger on her even if she asked for him too, yet now, he was touching her without even asking permission?
Cynthia remained still as Lucian placed his thumbs in each other of her lips, his gaze locked into her. His emerald eyes slowly traced to her lips, making Cynthia wonder what he was looking at.
She gently pulled his hands away from her skin, a smirk on her face.
"Do you want to kiss me?"
Lucian did not express any emotion for a second. The memory of the kisses they recently shared was intense, and fueled a burning fire within him.
"Do you not have any shame, Your Highness?" He demanded, placing the palm of his hand on his face, clearly frustrated by her bluntness.
"If you want, we can do it."