His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 51

Several high-level executives from Royce Group were still in the private lounge, and all of them recognized Lumina. With a teasing smile, one of them called out, “Well, if it isn’t Ms. Jardin!”

“Hello, everyone,” Lumina replied, her tone bright and unruffled. She strode confidently toward Cedric, heels clicking against the floor, and added, “I need a word with Mr. Royce. Don’t mind me, please, carry on.”

A few of the old-timers exchanged knowing glances and whispered among themselves, their laughter carrying hints of mischief.

Lumina settled into a chair right beside Cedric, crossing her long, elegant legs and deliberately letting her knee brush against his tailored slacks.

But Cedric didn’t even spare her a glance. He calmly laid down a card, sending a ripple of shock through the other three players at the table.

Lumina nonchalantly raised her wrist, her fingertips brushing his shirt sleeve. With a tender, almost deferential touch, she began to roll his sleeve up for him, neatly folding it to his elbow and revealing the expensive watch on his wrist.

The gesture was unmistakably conciliatory—part flattery, part submission.

Yet Cedric’s only response was a faint frown. He spoke in a low, cool voice to the woman beside him, “Leave it down.”

The woman answered softly, shot Lumina a warning glare, and unrolled Cedric’s sleeve, smoothing it with care.

Awkwardness hung in the air, but Lumina only smiled, unfazed by the snub. Realizing he wouldn’t accept her olive branch, she dropped the pretense and got straight to the point. “Mr. Royce, what are you so upset about? Is it because Tonia spilled coffee on your important documents, or is it just that the coffee wasn’t to your liking?”

He said nothing, the only sign of reaction a barely perceptible tightening of his brow.

“If you’re really that angry,” Lumina coaxed gently, “why not just take it out on me? Ms. Locke is delicate and refined. She can’t handle that kind of punishment, can she? A hundred cups of coffee, and those tiny mugs… Even a pro would spill a drop or two, don’t you think?”

Cedric’s eyes remained impassive, giving nothing away—no hint of what he was thinking, no room for negotiation.

He flicked down his final card with a careless elegance, then nodded to the woman beside him to pour another drink.

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