All Chapters of Turning Heads After Divorce: Chapter 421 - Chapter 430

Marisol knew if Lucian decided to turn hostile, she might not even be able to get off this ship.When that time came, it wouldn't be a matter of whether she believed him or not. In this situation, besides trusting him one more time and having someone stop the ship so she could get to shore, she didn't seem to have any other options.While she was still hesitating, Lucian spoke again. "Don't forget one thing. Your great-aunt is unconscious right now."Even if you go back, there's nothing you can do except wait. Besides, if you go there now, you'll only bring danger with you. Are you sure about that?"Marisol took a deep breath. "Fine, but during these 15 days, you must keep your distance from me.""No way."Just as she was about to lose her temper, Lucian smiled again. "In 15 more days, we'll have nothing to do with each other anymore. I'm very reluctant about that, so you must compensate me during these 15 days. I can promise not to go all the way, but nothing else is off the tab

David said, "Sir, you should take a look at this."Lucian frowned and snatched the test report, flipping directly to the results at the bottom. His expression instantly darkened as he growled angrily under his breath. "Kyro!"He couldn't believe Kyro actually did it. The paper crumpled in Lucian's grip as his anger surged. After taking several deep breaths, he forced himself to calm down. However, his face remained stormy. After a moment of contemplation, he casually handed the report back to David and said flatly, "Destroy it. Get me a new one." David was stunned. "Sir, that's not...""I said, get me a new one."Feeling Lucian's oppressive gaze and remembering the warnings from whoever had arranged for them to come, David fell silent. He didn't argue further, knowing that these people never played by the rules anyway. The exam finally ended, and Marisol changed back into her clothes. She stepped out and immediately looked at the doctor waiting outside. In her not-so-perfec

"What the hell are you doing?" Sitting in a chair at the seaside restaurant, Marisol pointed furiously at the strands of her hair now tangled with several delicate white lemon blossoms. She had no idea what had gotten into Lucian this time. After the sea breeze blew that lemon blossom away, he'd stood there stunned for a few seconds. Then, he turned around and stripped nearly half the blossoms from that lemon tree like a madman, stuffing them all into her hair. Her head was practically covered in them. It was impossible to understand. Then again, this was how a lunatic's brain worked.Marisol just felt sorry for that lemon tree. It had been perfectly fine, blooming beautifully in season, and now half of it was bare. Most of the fruit would probably be ruined.What an absolute menace. However, Lucian was all smiles. He looked extremely pleased. In high spirits, he called over the restaurant owner, Pierre Sanchez, and pointed to the nearby lemon tree to ask about it. Learning t

"Let go." Not wanting to get angry again, Marisol tried to keep herself calm.Lucian didn't move. He bent down, lowering his head to bury his face against the curve of her neck and breathing her in. His skin brushed hers, his breath mingled with hers, and just as she struggled, she heard his low, husky voice."Don't move. Let me hold you for a while.""Get off." Marisol's tone was cold. "You're making me sick.""Such a sharp tongue. You only know how to rile me up." He chuckled and stepped back only when she kicked at him. Then, he grabbed a trench coat from the rack, wrapped it around her, and buttoned it tight despite her protests. After that, he pushed the door open to lead her out. "What are you doing?" Marisol clung to the doorframe, unwilling to leave. "I want to sleep.""We can sleep when we get back," Lucian teased and brushed a kiss against her lips. When she pulled back and swung a slap at him, he simply scooped her into his arms. Without bothering to put shoes on

Marisol could even hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. She tried to move away, but Lucian's arm was locked around her waist. His voice rumbled through his chest and into her, low and uneven. "Dear, you... I..." He seemed to want to ask or say something, but he grew silent. After a long while, he finally spoke, gently and calmly."Dear, would you dance with me? After all, I did put a lot of effort into preparing this galaxy projection. It's such a beautiful night with a perfect view." A beautiful night? The scenery was indeed nice.She lightly raised her hand, and her fingertips passed through a star that rotated past her. Then, she said calmly, "But fake is still fake."That was her refusal.That night, they didn't return to the hotel but stayed in the wooden house. Probably exhausted, Marisol fell asleep quickly, but Lucian, who was beside her, never went to sleep.Under the dim starlight, his eyes remained alert. He quietly gazed at Marisol's back as she faced away fr