Chapter b6 /b

ALINA’S bPOV /b

“WHERE THE HELL. IS SHET“

It was Lucian, but who was he searching for? Then it hit me, he was looking for me. He must have woken up balone /band thought I had Bled again.

Shit

A loud bcrash /bechoed through the house.

Oh boy.

I dashed out of the kitchen, following g the sound, which wasing from the living room.

When I arrived, I gasped, how on earth had he managed to turn the entire ce upside down in just a few minutes?!--

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I nced to the side, and my heart dropped. Lucian had Ace pinned against the wall, his hand gripping Ace’s neck tightly.

“You had one job!” He shouted right in Ace’s face.

“Bobos “bAce /bstruggled to get the words out.

I stood there, frozen in shock and fear, but bI /bwasn’t alone. The staff around us were trembling like leaves in ba /bstorm. This was exactly why everyone called Lucian “the Devil.”

He looked absolutely terrifying at that very moment. I knew he would eventually strangle Ace if I didn’t intervene, so I did the only thing I could think of-

I screamed

Almost instantly, Lucian’s head whipped around to face me, and he immediately released Ace Ace crumpled to the floor, his face turning a deep shade of purple.

I dashed over to him barefoot, careful to avoid the jagged shards of ss scattered everywhere.

“Oh my God, are byou /bokay?” My voiceced with panic as I knelt beside Ace, checking his neck. “Well don’t just stand there,call the doctor!” I shouted, though it was more of a general plea, and thankfully, Maya sprang into action, dialing the number.

“I’m fine, madame.” Ace reassured me, attempting to get up.

I reached out my hand to help him, but before I could, Lucian pulled me into a tight embrace, his grip almost suffocating.

b“/bYou’re here.” His voice bwas /bthick with disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite believe his eyes.

“Well, if you had just checked the kitchen or given Ace a chance to get words out, you would have bknown /bthat,” I mumbled against his chest. “I can’t breathe.” I added, pushing gently bagainst /bhim.

He released me but kept me at arm’s length, his bgaze /bbscanning /bme bas /bif to ensure I was really there.

“Why were you in the kitchen!” Lucian’s brows knitted together, his expression shifting from confusion to something colder.

Oh God, what now?

Before he could say anything else, I jumped in. “I bwas /bmaking breakfast for you.” I offered ba /bsmall smile, but his eyes darted between my bbare /bfeet and my exposed thighs, darkening with an unreadable emotion.

Suddenly, Lucian turned and shot a fierce re at the male bodyguards in the room. As if on cue, they all turned their backs to me. Drama king.

I wore dresses shorter t

than this all the time, yet Lucian was acting like I was strutting around in my underwear.

“Why do you keep walking around without shoes?” His voice was tinged with irritation bas /bhe scooped me up from the groundb, /bcarrying me to the only couch that bhadn’t /bbeen overturned. He crouched in front of bme/b, his expression still stormy.

627 AMP.

“I forgot.” I admitted, feeling a bit sheepish.

I had been too focused on sneaking out this morning to remember my fluffy indoor flip flops.

In ba /bsh, Maya was passing them to Lucian, and before I could even say a word, he was sliding them onto my feet.

“If you keep forgetting to wear these, you’re going to catch a cold.” He grunted out, his tone a mix of concern and reprimand.

“Sorry.“I mumbled, my gaze dropping to myp as Inervously fiddled with the hem of his shirt, the one I had borrowed to wearb. /b

“You mentioned something about breakfast?” Lucian asked, gently lifting my chin with his thumb and inde byt to look him in the eye.

finger so I had no choice.

“Yeah, it’s all set on the table. Want to taste it?” My spirits lifted instantly at the thought of him tasting my cooking.

I jumped up, grabbing his hand and pulling him btoward /bthe dining room, which, thankfully, had escaped the chaos in the living room.

“You bmade /ball this?” His voice held a hint of surpriseb. /b

“Of course.” I replied, nodding enthusiastically as I plopped down in a chair and patted the one next to me for him to join.

Lucian settled into his seat but then turned bto /bone of the chefs hanging out in the corner for confirmation.

“Madame indeed prepared everything herself, even though we told her it was our responsibility. The chef grumbled.

Oh, he really needed to get over it. It was just one mealb, /bbnot /ba takeover of his job. He was acting like the world was ending

Italians.

I quickly piled ba /bcouple of dishes onto Lucian’s te, practically bouncing in my seat as I waited for him to take a bite.

But instead of digging in, he just stared at the food,looking skeptical.

My brows knitted together, Was he seeing something bI /bwasn’t? Because from the expression on his face it seems as though the head of the devil was sitting on his te.

“You don’t like it? My heart sank at the thought.

“No, no, it’s nothing like that.” He replied quickly. He cut a piece of pancake, brought it to his mouth, then paused.

“Boss, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Ace chimed in from behind bLucian/bb, /bsounding surprisingly recovered from his earlier ordeal.

I frowned in confusion, but then it hit me why Lucian was hesitating.

Oh.

Lucian was hesitating because thest time he tried my cooking, it sent him to the hospital. He bwas /bconvinced I might have poisoned him again.

Was I hurt? A little, yes, but bwas /bI mad at him? Not bat /ball

Without saying a word, I snatched the fork bfrom /bhis bhand /band popped the piece of pancake on bit /binto my mouth, chewing slowly before swallowing.

“See?” bI /bbsaid/b, ncing between him and Ace.

bJust /bbto /bmake my point crystal bclear/bb, /bbI /btook a bite of everything on the table, even sipping from the juice band /bmilk.

For good measure, I beven /bswapped bour /btes. “It’s not poisoned. How about a bite now? I spent all morning whipping this up.” I said, my voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

It would be such ba /bbshame /bif Lucian didn’t try any at all.

Without another word, he took a bite. His eyes widened a bit as the vors exploded on his bpte/b.

“It’s good, right?” I asked, my grin stretching wide like a Cheshire cat

“It is.” He nodded, taking another bite. “You

ou breally /bmade thisb?/bb” /b

“I did!” I beamed. “Here, try this–and bthis/b–and this!” I eximed, piling more side dishes

to his te.

Around us, the staff collectively let out a sigh of relief after a few minutes, d that Lucian was still balive /beven after eating the bfood /bI

of relief afte

made.

Dramatic bunch.

Breakfast went smoothly after that, with me mostly just watching Lucian enjoy his meal.

“Eat something.” He finally saidb, /bbsnapping /bme bout /bof my staring fest.

“I am.” I replied.

His gaze flicked to my nearly untouched te, then back to me with a nk expression.

I sighed and started eating, only to realize just how hungry I really was.

“Got any ns for today?” He asked, his eyes studying me closely.

“Not really,” I responded, and that’s the truth..

Hmm” It sounded like he didn’t believe me.

Before I bcould /bbsay /banything else, because let’s bface /bit, Lucian bwasn’t /bexactly a chatty type, Mir suddenly rushed over, my bringing /bphone in her hands.

“Madame, your phone has been ringing nonstop.” She said, holding it out to me.

“Thanks, Mia” I smiled as I took the phone.

I nced at the screen, and a small smirk crept onto my lips when I saw who was calling.

Took you long enough.” I muttered to myself.

Time to set my n in motion