She had just struck Kyson and declared she would meet his mother some other day. How could she possibly go back to him now without looking suspicious?
Lucinda stood by the door, contemplating a solution, when suddenly, Kyson dashed out of the palace.
Spotting her still there, he approached her silently and grabbed her wrist tightly as his face beamed with joy.
“What are you doing?” she asked, her gaze fixed on his hand. She was momentarily taken aback. She then lifted her head and met his tearful blue eyes.
This was the first time she had seen him so sad.
In those tear-filled eyes, a surprising clarity shone through, and he appeared genuinely sincere. This was a stark contrast to the cunning man he was.
Unmindful of Sonny’s presence, Kyson choked back sobs as he pleaded, “Lucinda, I’ll reflect on what you said. I’ll work on it! Can you give me a second chance, just like you gave Nathan?”
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Lucinda stared at him, speechless.
Sincerely, Kyson continued, “I’ll prove to you that I’m the man who loves you more than anyone else in this world! Look, my mother is waiting for us to have Lunch. Don’t go, okay?”
She glanced at Sonny beside her.
Her thoughts shifted to Duke Myers and she softened her tone.
“But what about the wound on your face?”
Kyson touched his face and offered a gentle smile.
“I’ll apply some ice to reduce the swelling. If there’s still a mark, you can help me cover it up with makeup. It’s no big deal.”
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“Alright, then.”
Lucinda breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn’t expected him to be so easily tricked.
“But I don’t like that blue dress. If you still insist on me wearing it, I’ll leave.”
Refusing to wear matching couple outfits with him was her condition.
Kyson relented, saying, “Okay, as long as you stay, I won’t force you to do anything. You can make your own choice.”
She nodded.
Both of them returned inside the palace, with Sonny and Jamie following quietly.
In Cadiered, inside Mekhi’s office at the National Security Bureau.
Sitting at his desk, Mekhi narrowed his cold eyes, his face shrouded in cigarette smoke.
After hearing his subordinate’s report, he stubbed out his cigarette and, without warning, grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it at the subordinate.