Chapter 164 - 164: my wifey...
Chapter 164 - 164: my wifey...
"All done," Rose finally said, her voice soft but steady as she finished applying the ointment and carefully securing the bandages over Lucian's arms. She leaned back slightly, exhaling as though she had just completed a delicate and difficult task.
Lucian glanced down at his arms, raising them slightly to inspect her handiwork. "Hah, great… now I look like a cheap mummy," he joked, twisting his arms this way and that.
"Don't move them so much," Rose snapped, her brows furrowing as she reached out to still his arms.
"Hey, it's not that serious, guys," Lucian said, laughing lightly as he pushed himself up from the couch. "And… I think I should go now, to my room." He turned quickly, ready to escape the tension that still hung in the air, but
Rose's hand shot out, her fingers wrapping firmly around his wrist.
Lucian froze, looking down at her hand on his arm. He felt a sharp jolt through him, not from pain, but from the unexpected weight of her touch. "What is it now?" he asked, his voice betraying a hint of frustration, but there was something softer there too something he couldn't place.
Rose didn't say anything at first. She just stared up at him, her eyes intense, almost
"I-it's fake," he stammered, his voice cracking slightly. "Believe me, Mother, Rose. I don't have a 'wifey.'"
Rose's eyes narrowed further, her expression unreadable as her voice dropped. "Then why is that name saved in your phone?"
"Let me explain!" Lucian said quickly, holding up his hands. But before he could say another word, Rose leaned forward, swiping her finger across the phone screen with a precision that made Lucian's heart sink.
And then
"Darrrrling!"
Celestia's voice rang out from the speaker, bright and affectionate.
Lucian groaned loudly, slapping a hand over his face as if to shield himself from the impending doom.
Both Olivia and Rose stared at the phone, their expressions frozen. Rose's eyes darkened immediately, and a tense silence filled the room.
Lucian peeked through his fingers, his heart pounding. I'm so screwed.
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