His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 124

Lumina let out a muffled sob.

He sighed softly, then leaned down, pressing his forehead to hers. He kissed her tear-stained eyes and spoke in a low voice, “Is this really the only way to make you happy? Forcing me to punish you like this? The night before your birthday, I saw you sneaking away with those photos we took at the festival. I thought, maybe you had a shred of conscience left. That’s why, on your birthday, I gave you a chance. Do you remember what I said to you?”

Fresh tears spilled from Lumina’s eyes. His murmured words in her ear dragged out the memories she was desperate to forget.

She pressed her hands over her ears, sobbing quietly, “I don’t know. I don’t remember. Please, don’t say any more.”

He gently pulled her hands away, determined to make her hear every word. “I told you to hold on tight to my hand, so you wouldn’t get lost. Did you listen?”

“You didn’t. You just put on that fake smile, humored me, and trampled all over the way I cared for you.”

Cedric went on, almost to himself, then let out a cold, mocking laugh. “A woman as cunning and deceitful as you, Lumina… I spent three years molding you myself.”

He stayed by her ear, talking for who knows how long, until finally, he wiped away the constant stream of tears at the corners of her eyes.

His patience wore thin. “Enough. Stop fidgeting.”

His warning hung in the air as he pulled Lumina into his arms and fell asleep. Soon, his breathing slowed and evened out.

Lumina stared wide-eyed into the darkness, unable to sleep at all.

His words echoed through her mind, over and over.

He’d said so much, but there was one thing he never mentioned.

The child. He hadn’t said a single word about the pregnancy.

Lumina knew perfectly well—if there was an audio recording from Harriet’s car, then Cedric had to know about it.

So why hadn’t he brought it up? What did he really think about the baby?

No matter how hard she tried, Lumina couldn’t figure him out.

She couldn’t even be sure Cedric had actually heard about the child. So how could she risk bringing it up herself?

She lay awake all night, and only as dawn approached did sleep finally begin to claim her.

She drifted off, only half-aware of someone gently moving her aside and the soft sound of the door opening.

From the hall, she heard Hilton’s voice, something about heavy fog over Briarwood and flight delays.

She didn’t pay much attention—exhaustion won out, and she rolled over and fell back asleep.

When she finally woke, it was already afternoon.

For a moment, Lumina thought she’d be on a plane, but she was still in the same room.

“You’re awake.”

Cedric was sitting in a chair nearby, a book in one hand, sipping coffee with an air of calm detachment. “Weather’s bad. All flights to Briarwood are grounded. We’ll be here another day.”

His tone was measured, almost distant—nothing like the man who’d pressed her down and spoken those bitter words last night.

Lumina ignored him, got up, washed her face, and climbed back into bed with her phone.

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