His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 116

After he finished speaking, Cedric let his head rest lightly on Lumina’s shoulder. His breathing grew calm and steady.

“Cedric?”

Lumina leaned in, feeling for his breath beneath his nose—slow, even, and rhythmic.

He was truly asleep.

Above them, the moonlight gradually faded behind drifting clouds, and the lake grew dim and shadowy.

Gently, Lumina slipped her hand from his grasp, then cupped the back of his heavy head and eased him down so he could sleep on the bench.

Once she was sure Cedric was resting soundly, Lumina stood up, pulled out her phone, and sent her location to Harriet.

As she walked toward the edge of the park, she called Harriet. “Cedric’s asleep. I just sent you the address. Please send two cars as soon as you can—one for me, one for him.”

“I understand.”

On Harriet’s end, the background was still a chaotic blur of voices. She kept her reply soft, then hung up.

Less than five minutes later, Harriet called back.

She read Lumina the license plate numbers and gave one final reminder. “Your luggage is already packed in the car. Don’t forget what you promised me. Once you leave, don’t come back. And don’t try to contact Cedric again.”

“I know,” Lumina replied, her expression cool and unreadable as she ended the call.

Soon, a deep blue sedan pulled up quietly beneath the shadow of the trees.

After checking the plate, Lumina walked over without hesitation, opened the door, and got in. She didn’t look back.

The car headed toward the airport.

Outside, the city lights thinned out, giving way to a landscape that grew more barren and lonely with every passing mile.

As they neared a familiar intersection, Lumina suddenly spoke up. “Excuse me, could you turn left at the next street?”

The driver, a staff member of the Royce family, shook his head. “I’m sorry, Ms. Jardin. Mrs. Royce’s instructions were clear. I’m to take you directly to the airport. No stops.”

Lumina pressed her fingers to the cold glass, staring out at the dark, rolling hills beyond. She pulled out some cash, her voice quiet and pleading. “Please. If I’ve decided to leave, I’m not going to run. I just want to say goodbye to my family—just one last time. I’m begging you.”

The driver glanced at her tear-filled eyes and, after a moment, relented. “Alright. But take your money back, I can’t accept it.”

With that, he flicked on the turn signal and steered the car into the cemetery.

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