Lucian said nothing.
Facing Cate's blue eyes, burning with anger and hurt, he simply stood up calmly and walked toward the bed, step by step.
Cate stared fixedly at Lucian as he approached, the accusation in her eyes almost turning into tangible knives.
Why didn't you help me?
Lucian still offered no explanation.
He leaned down, bracing one hand on the bed beside Cate, and caught her chin with the other in an irresistible grip.
Cate stubbornly tried to turn her head away.
The next second.
An intensely aggressive kiss came crashing down!
"Mmph!"
Cate's pupils abruptly contracted, and her mind instantly went blank.
She instinctively raised both hands to Lucian's chest, desperately trying to push him away.
But the man before her was like a Wall of Sighs, utterly immovable.
Lucian's strength was overwhelming!
Anger.
Hurt.
Resentment.
All her surging emotions were crushed to pieces in that suffocatingly deep kiss!
In the end, all that remained was trembling and weakness that made her shudder.
Only after a long while did Lucian straighten slightly.
Their lips parted a little, but his forehead remained pressed firmly against Cate's.
"Hah... hah..."
Cate gasped for breath, her cheeks so red they seemed about to bleed, reflexive tears forced into the corners of her eyes.
Looking into those deep eyes mere inches away, her lips trembled as she stubbornly held out. "Don't think... don't think this means I'll..."
Before she could finish.
Lucian lowered his head again, sealing away all her stubborn words.
This time, it was no longer a raging storm.
Instead, it carried an unquestionable declaration, gentle yet intensely lingering.
Cate's hands lost their strength against his chest and instead clutched his clothes tightly, as though grasping the only piece of driftwood in a raging sea.
From passively enduring it to enjoying