His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 72

He set her gently on the small loveseat, next to a side table. Under the soft glow of the lamp, her favorite books were neatly arranged beside a fragrant bouquet of violets—the flowers she loved most.

“Eat a little something first,” Cedric said quietly.

He was just about to stand up after settling her down, but Lumina suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on tight.

Maybe it was the warmth of this cozy room, the careful touches he’d added to the bedroom, the way he’d stood up for her with such unexpected tenderness in front of the child, or perhaps just the comfort of being held against his chest. Whatever the reason, she felt an impulsive reluctance to let him go.

Lumina buried her face in the crook of his neck, stubbornly refusing to release him.

Sensing something different about her, Cedric paused and murmured, “Hm?” He knelt down on one knee in front of her, reaching up to gently stroke her hair. “Are you feeling unwell?”

She shook her head. After a moment, she asked in a quiet voice, “Why are you being so nice to me?”

He looked at her, his gaze calm. “When have I ever not been nice to you?”

“In the past,” Lumina muttered, her voice muffled. “You barely acknowledged me, barked orders, acted like I was a nuisance.”

He chuckled. “Silly girl. Back then, that was my way of caring.”

His voice, bathed in the golden lamplight, softened and flowed over her like warm honey.

Lumina’s eyes drifted half-closed. In this moment, she wished time would slow down, wished this feeling could last a little longer.

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