His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 147

“Shh, big brother.” Nadia gave a sly, playful smile, rising up on tiptoe to silence him with a kiss.

Their breaths tangled, heat simmering between them. Nadia whispered against his lips, “Lumina’s here. If she sees us like this, do you really think she’d ever accept your love?”

Soren gripped her waist, a coldness flashing in his eyes as he abruptly pushed her away.

“Nadia?”

When Lumina stepped out of the steamy bathroom, towel drying her hair, the living room was empty.

A chilly gust bit at her back—the front door was wide open.

Seriously? Has this girl slipped out again, bewitched by love, and gone off to find Keegan in the middle of the night?

With a silent sigh, Lumina moved toward the door to close it.

But before she could, Nadia darted in from outside, grinning mischievously. “Lumina! I’m right here!”

Lumina frowned. “What were you doing out there?”

She glanced into the hallway—empty, not a soul in sight.

“Just took out the trash downstairs. It’s freezing.” Nadia flopped onto the sofa as if nothing was amiss, slipped on her headphones, and disappeared into her music.

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Every Christmas, the people of Yuria celebrated with grand festivals. The streets sparkled with red and green decorations, and Santa made his rounds, bringing candy and cheer to every doorstep.

Tonight, Lumina had accepted Soren’s invitation to dinner.

She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate necklace around her neck, gazing at the calm, lovely woman reflected back.

It was time, she decided, to stop hiding behind the label of “just friends.” Time to accept the affection Soren offered her, and even more—time to summon the courage to start a new chapter in her life.

She had barely made up her mind when, suddenly, her suitcase—standing upright in the corner—toppled over with a loud thud.

The noise made her jump.

Turning around, she saw that the suitcase had burst open, and a small velvet box had rolled onto the floor.

For a moment, Lumina stood frozen. Memories she’d tried to bury came rushing back, relentless and sharp.

—“There’s something I want you to have. Open it when you get home.”

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