Erin left and made her way to Lucian’s chamber. On the way, she mumbled to herself, "Is it really okay to visit him at this hour?" Conflicted, she continued walking until she reached the door of his chamber. Raising her hand to knock, she froze, staring at the door.
This doesn’t feel right. It’s so late. If not for Maya insisting, I wouldn’t even consider coming here at this hour. It might look improper—like I’m crossing the boundaries expected of a noble lady by entering a man’s chamber this late. Though I wish he’d show a bit of romance, this isn’t the way. I can give this to him tomorrow.
She lowered her hand and turned to leave, but—
The door behind her suddenly opened, and she froze, sensing his presence. Damn it! Am I caught?
"Is something the matter?" Lucian’s deep voice broke the silence.
Erin exhaled slowly, trying to calm her racing heart. She quickly adjusted her expression from panic to calm before turning to face him. "I was... I..."
Her words faltered the moment her eyes landed on him. He stood there, his shirt partially unbuttoned, revealing his toned chest, as though she’d caught him in the middle of changing.
"What’s the matter?" he repeated, his voice calm but curious.
Erin struggled to find her words, her gaze darting down to the box in her hands as her cheeks warmed. "I came to give you the gift I got for you, but... I think it can wait until tomorrow."
His eyes flickered to the box in her hand before he spoke. "You can give it to me now."
She hesitated, meeting his steady gaze. There was no teasing or impatience in his expression—just quiet sincerity, as though he genuinely meant it.
She nodded lightly and opened the small box. Carefully, she removed a bracelet adorned with a single red jade set in a golden chain.
"I thought this bracelet would look good on you," she said softly, holding it out to him.
Lucian extended his hand, but instead of taking it, he presented his wrist, silently asking her to put it on for him.
Erin didn’t mind. With graceful movements, she clasped the bracelet around his wrist, adjusting it until it sat perfectly. She nodded in approval. "It suits you."
Lucian glanced at his wrist and hummed in acknowledgment.
"I’ll take my leave now. Good night," she said, turning to go.
"Wait."
She paused and looked back at him, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. "Hmm?"
"Where’s yours?" he asked.
"Mine?" she echoed, confused.
"These come in pairs," he said, his voice steady. "One for a man and one for a woman."
Erin froze, her mind racing. Damn, he actually knows about that? How? Isn’t he supposed to be the oblivious one?
In his eyes, she could see he liked that necklace in her neck. fгeewebnovёl.com
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