All Chapters of A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The glass doors to the balcony rattled softly in the night breeze.Lucien turned around, the cigarette between his fingers flaring faintly in the dark. Moonlight outlined his sharp features, but his eyes were darker than the night, locked intensely on her. When he caught sight of the angry red mark on her neck, his pupils contracted."That boy… is he your son?" His voice sounded like it came from a long way off.Cynthia walked straight into the room, tossing two bank cards onto the table with a crisp thud."Twenty-five million. Not a cent less," she said coldly. "I'll be taking Harley with me tomorrow."The cigarette burned out in his palm, but the sting didn't reach his heart. He strode forward and gripped her wrist hard enough to turn her knuckles white. "And the interest?"The stack of bills hit his face. Paper fluttered to the floor like a snowfall of blood-red leaves. Lucien let out a low, bitter laugh before yanking her into his arms. Their lips crashed together, copper and heat

Lucien stood in the shadowy hallway, the corner of his mouth twitching. Did she really just call him a "pitiful man kicked out of his house for being disobedient"? But thinking about it... she wasn't entirely wrong. Over the past month, every visit to the old estate meant facing his mother's meticulously arranged "matchmaking dinners," Selena's fake modesty, and Janet's over-the-top enthusiasm. No wonder he kept his distance.He glanced toward the kitchen, where Cynthia was bending down to talk to Harley. Under the warm yellow light, her eyes and brows were softened by maternal tenderness—and somehow, she looked even more captivating than before.Harley suddenly peeked his head out of the room, his wide eyes locking with Lucien's. After a moment's hesitation, he quickly ducked back inside. Cynthia walked over and whispered, "He's shy around strangers. But once he warms up to you, he's a total whirlwind.""I'm pitiful, huh?" Lucien raised an eyebrow.Cynthia was about to laugh when he

"Looking for me?"Lucien's voice cut through the air like ice. He stared at her, his gaze seemingly calm but laced with something darker beneath the surface."Did Harley say something to you?" Cynthia forced herself not to retreat, knowing running wouldn't solve anything."He's your son. What do you think he might say?" Lucien's tone was laced with thorns.Cynthia opened her mouth, trying to respond, but Lucien had already lost interest. "I'm tired," he muttered, then brushed past her into the bedroom. He stripped off his clothes and collapsed onto the bed, shutting his eyes as if she no longer existed.When Cynthia entered, the sight hit her like a wave. She'd seen him naked countless times, but under the bedroom light, Lucien's muscular frame still had the power to make her heart skip a beat.She looked away quickly, turned off the light, and climbed into bed beside him. They lay back to back in silence, pretending to sleep.Not a word passed between them that night.The next mornin

Lucien's kiss crashed down like wildfire, and they tumbled onto the bed in a messy tangle. Cynthia lay against his chest, feeling the frantic pounding of his heart."Say it again," he rasped, his fingers tracing the curve of her lips.Her fingertips brushed his burning earlobe. "Welcome back."Before she could react, he had pinned her firmly beneath him. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting dappled shadows over the tense lines of his muscles. Cynthia closed her eyes, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of pleasure.Afterwards, resting on his arm, she stared out at the dense darkness beyond the window and whispered, "Lucien... I'm sorry I didn't contact you for the past month."Erica had once said that Cynthia was far happier with Lucien than she had ever been with Edric. Thinking back now, maybe it was true. But that chapter of her life had long been buried under the scars of six years ago.Lucien pulled her closer. "That

Erica's face paled instantly. "You're going back? After everything they did—""Just to give them a little update," Cynthia said coolly, her voice sharper than the raindrops dripping from the leaves. "Lucien and I are remarried."The calm declaration sent a chill racing down Erica's spine.The woman standing before her was no longer the timid girl who once endured endless humiliation. In Cynthia's hand, even a green vine seemed to sharpen into a drawn sword."Kindness must have an edge," Cynthia said, patting Erica's stiff shoulder with a faint smile. "Otherwise, you're just asking to be hurt. That's what they taught me."The sunlight suddenly seemed harsh, too bright to look at.Erica stared at her friend's striking profile, and an old memory slammed into her—six years ago, on a stormy night, Cynthia had stood on her doorstep, drenched and clutching a battered suitcase. Even then, her eyes had burned with the same stubborn light.