His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 34

Lumina stood frozen in shock, her face drained of color. “What? How could this happen?”

Linus, who was already in the loop, added quietly, “They kidnapped Jurgen. Didn’t ask for ransom, not a thing. Half an hour later, they dumped him back—covered in blood, mouth and body, barely alive and unconscious. I heard he only made it out of danger this morning.”

Lumina clapped a hand over her mouth, a chill crawling down her spine. The horror of it left her speechless.

It took her a while to recover. She looked carefully at Cedric, voice barely above a whisper. “Could it be—”

Cedric paused, midway through his coffee, casting her a sidelong glance. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You think I’m running some kind of mob?”

Linus couldn’t hold back a snort of laughter. Bracing himself on his knees, he stood and said, “My dad told me, soon as Luther got in trouble, he called up for legal advice. Bottom line, he’s not going to be available for your case in the near future. You two carry on with work. I’ve got to head out.”

Lumina nodded. “Take care, Linus.”

At the doorway, Linus paused, turned, and flashed her a grin. “Lumina, I hear Cedric’s coffee is top-notch. And rumor is, you blend the beans yourself. Mind if I snag a couple of packs?”

Cedric looked up from his cup, shooting Linus a pointed look.

Lumina smiled. “Of course.”

She headed back to her office and returned with a box of coffee packets.

As she handed them over, Cedric drawled, “Not a freebie, you know.”

Linus just huffed, rolling his eyes as he tucked the coffee into his bag. “You’re as stingy as ever.”

After he left, Lumina shut the door. As she passed by Cedric, he grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap without warning.

She landed hard on his solid knee, yelping, “Hey! Don’t forget, I’m still injured!”

“Oh, really? Funny, when I was putting ointment on you a couple days ago, I didn’t see any scars.”

His hand slid around her waist, lips brushing the pale curve of her neck as his voice dropped, husky and teasing. “Were you trying to get out of your responsibilities by faking an injury, hmm?”

His kisses sent shivers down her spine, making her go weak in his arms. She struggled to push his wandering hand away. “I—I really am hurt. If you don’t believe me, ask the doctor.”

His hand lingered beneath her shirt for a while, but the more he touched her, the more restless he became himself.

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