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Chapter 6 — The Man Everyone Waits For

作者: Aveline Voss
last update 公開日: 2026-04-25 08:50:46

The entrance of Lucian Blackwood did not trigger applause or a flurry of excited whispers. Instead, it produced a sudden, pressurized vacuum. It was a "noise-canceling" effect so absolute that the clink of a falling silver spoon at the far end of the hall sounded like a structural failure.

The elite of New York—men who controlled hedge funds and women who dictated cultural trends—did something instinctive. They didn't just look, they realigned. Like iron filings reacting to a massive magnet,
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    I snapped the golden locks of my suitcase shut. The sharp click echoed in the quiet bedroom. Last night, Lucian had been painfully well-behaved. We shared the same sprawling mattress, yet he kept a flawless, gentlemanly distance. His deliberate restraint only made things worse for me. The memory of that demanding ride and the lingering heat of his hands on my waist kept my mind racing late into the night. Even as I slept, the scent of cedarwood and the steady rhythm of his breathing seemed to pull at my senses. I smoothed down the lapels of my charcoal blazer, ready to leave this estate behind. A sharp knock broke the morning silence. I opened the door to find Hawthorne standing in the hallway, his posture incredibly stiff. "Miss Evelyn," the butler said, his tone perfectly measured. "The cars will be ready for your departure in forty minutes. Before then, Mr. Edward Blackwood requests ten minutes of your time in the East Wing study.

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    I met her gaze. My fingers tapped the edge of the leather box twice. The quiet sound echoed in the silent library. "He is fiercely territorial," I agreed smoothly, taking a slow sip of my coffee. "Which makes me wonder why you are standing in his private library. Excuse me, and you are?" The polite smile on her face fractured. She lifted her chin, her posture stiffening slightly as she recovered her aristocratic poise. "I'm Isabella Montclair. Our mothers are practically sisters," she said, her voice laced with an effortless superiority. "I've been coming to this estate since I was in grade school. I know my way around." "Then you should also know he doesn't appreciate uninvited guests in his place," I replied calmly, setting the coffee cup down. Isabella’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second, but she quickly masked it with a soft sigh. "Victoria sent me to find you. She has tea waiting on the terrace, and we thought you might f

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    Morning sunlight spilled through the narrow gap in the heavy blackout curtains, casting a single, bright line across the dark carpets of the bedroom. I woke up slowly, my mind drifting out of a surprisingly deep sleep. The air was warm. In fact, it was almost too warm. I shifted slightly, my cheek resting against something solid and steadily rising and falling. My fingers were curled effortlessly against a plane of bare, warm skin. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and slowly looked up. I had completely crossed the center line of the king-sized bed. I was practically plastered against Lucian’s side, my hand resting flat over his heart. Lucian was already awake. He was lying on his side, his head propped up on one hand. He was watching me with dark, clear eyes and a slow, amused smirk playing on his lips. "I see you take your own advice, Evelyn," Lucian murmured, his morning voice rough and impossibly low. "You really do seize unguarde

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