Rebirth Of The Heiress And The Tycoon's Lover (Alina) novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34

ALINA’S POV.

My eyes widened at the person before me.

It wasn’t Jordan.

“Lu… Lucian.” I stuttered.

Lucian’s face was blank, as usual, and the fact that I couldn’t read his expression made my heart race all the faster.

“H… hi,” I managed, offering a hesitant smile and subtly glancing toward the door to see if Jordan was there, but he wasn’t.

“Let’s go.” Lucian said simply, grabbing my hand with his free one.

We took a few steps toward the exit before he stopped unexpectedly, spun me around, and pulled me back to the bar.

My eyes widened in alarm as I realized what he intended to do.

“Lucian, please don’t.” I begged, but he didn’t listen.

He strode to the counter, released my hand, grabbed the bartender by the collar, and yanked him across the bar.

“Mr… Blackwood.” The bartender stuttered, eyes wide.

“Take a good look at her face,” Lucian’s voice dropped to a low, lethal whisper. “The next time you make her feel uncomfortable,or wink at her again, you will lose those eyes of yours. Am I clear?”

“Y-yes, Mr. Bla… Blackwood.” The bartender was trembling at this point.

He seemed to recognize Lucian somehow.

It occurred to me that a lot of people know Lucian by name but not many knew what he looked like. Lucian never puts himself in public eyes and his media team does a good job to make sure his pictures don’t appear on blogs.

Satisfied, Lucian released the man’s collar, reclaimed my hand, and pulled me toward the exit. I could barely keep pace with his long strides.

“Slow down.” I said, trying to match his steps.

He stopped so abruptly, making me bump into his back. Without warning, he scooped me up in a bridal carry and strode the rest of the way to the car.

Ace was already holding the door open when we arrived. Lucian set me gently inside, then slammed the door, only to stand outside, back against it, as he retrieved the custom-made black cigarette from his jacket and lit it.

He was angry. That much was clear. I couldn’t bring myself to say anything because I didn’t know how much he knew, and he hadn’t asked me anything yet.

I shot a quick text to Jordan asking him if Lucian had contacted him.

‘No, ma’am.’ Jordan’s response was fast.

‘Well, in case he asks, I sent you on an errand. I filled him up.

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‘Got it, ma’am. He text read.

Then I told Jordan he could head straight home because there was no need to return here.

With that out of the way, I slipped out of the car on the opposite side and walked around to meet Lucian.

He spared me a brief glance before looking ahead. He lifted the cigarette to his lips, but I snatched it away, dropped it on the ground, and crushed it under my heel.

“You need to learn to communicate if you’re mad at me, Lucian. I won’t know what’s wrong with you if you don’t tell me.” I said softly, grabbing his face with both hands, making him meet my eyes.

He scanned my face for several seconds, searching for what I wasn’t sure of, before he finally spoke.

“Do you know how dangerous it is for you to be sitting in that bar all by yourself?” His tone retained its usual cold edge, but his eyes held genuine worry.

Oh. So he was upset because he was worried.

“I know-”

“And where is that bodyguard of yours?” He cut me off before I could finish. “I pay him to watch you, why the fuck isn’t he with you?” His eyes shifted from worry back to anger.

“Calm down, Lucian. I sent Jordan on a quick errand. I was waiting for him to come back. He left barely ten minutes before you arrived,” I assured him, keeping my voice steady.

I didn’t want Jordan in trouble because of me, nor did I want him to be changed to someone else, I had just managed to make him my ally.

“He seems… incompetent, if you ask me. How about I appoint someone else?” He suggested.

I knew he was going to say that.

“No!” My protest came out sharper than intended, and Lucian raised a brow.

“You know how long it took me to warm up to the idea of a bodyguard. I’m just getting used to Jordan,I don’t want anyone else. Besides, Jordan’s cool. I like him.” I told him firmly.

“He isn’t paid to be cool, he’s paid to do his damn job, which is to protect you.” His tone was coated with jealousy.

“You know, changing my guard because you’re jealous makes you look petty, right?” I teased, smiling widely at him.

He shot me a glare.

“Come on.” I whined. “I don’t want anyone else but Jordan, please, baby.” I planted a kiss on his cheek.

His eyes widened at the endearment. I have never called him ‘baby’ before.

“Please.” I kissed the other cheek. “Pretty please.” I pressed my lips to his.

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