Wendy truly had no sense of self-preservation. Did she really not understand who she was dealing with?
Trying to grab his arm? That was bold and reckless. Other than Aurora, no one else could get that close to Lucas. Who did she think she was?
Desmond clenched his eyes shut, not wanting to witness what was about to unfold. And sure enough, Lucas’ gaze turned cold. Without hesitation, he seized Wendy’s wrist, his voice low and chilling. “What do you think you’re doing?”
As he spoke, his grip tightened.
Wendy winced in pain, her face twisting. “Lukey, that hurts! Let go. I’m sorry, I was wrong!”
Hearing her cry out, Desmond actually let out a quiet sigh of relief. Now this was the Lucas Carter he knew – utterly uncompromising. If Lucas were the type to let just anyone close, then what was the point of everything they had done in Fortline? Those people wouldn’t have been eliminated so swiftly.
Desmond shook his head slightly, musing to himself. Who would’ve thought a personal assistant could have so many inner monologues? Even he hadn’t realized how much he’d started talking to himself internally. But then again, it made sense. If he hadn’t started doing it before, it was probably because he hadn’t met Lucas yet. Now, everything made sense.
Lucas released her wrist and said coldly, “We’ll have this one meal. After that, don’t come looking for me again.”
Without sparing her another glance, he turned and walked toward the luxury car waiting at the curb. Desmond understood immediately. He followed Lucas to the car, already pulling out his phone to book a restaurant.
Wendy stood behind, rubbing her wrist. It had hurt, but in the end, she got what she wanted.
As long as she could get a meal with Lucas, she’d endure anything. All’s fair in love and war, and Wendy was more than happy to use a little deception when it came to Lucas. After all, when she wanted something, she had to fight for it. Otherwise, why would people always talk about “mutual sparks” or “love that goes both ways”?
Not that Wendy believed in those anyway. If she hadn’t kept pushing forward, she and Lucas wouldn’t have gotten this far, not even close. The whole story would’ve ended right where it began.
Adjusting her expression, she caught up to them with a sweet voice, “Lukey, wait for me.”
Desmond winced at the sound, a chill running down his spine. Sometimes, he genuinely admired Wendy’s persistence. Who else could keep chasing after someone like Lucas without losing steam? In a twisted way, it was almost impressive. A true role model of relentless pursuit – going all-in against someone like Lucas and refusing to back down.
Desmond had booked a private restaurant known for its exclusivity and discretion. The kind of place frequented by the upper crust. It was elegant, serene, and quietly luxurious.
As soon as Wendy stepped inside, she was smitten. She walked up to Lucas with a bright smile. “Lukey, I really like the vibe here. The décor’s so tasteful. I bet the owner’s someone with great emotional intelligence. Someone who really knows how to enjoy life.”
Lucas gave her a cursory glance – cool and indifferent – then said nothing. He stepped ahead and pushed open the door to the private room without a word.
Wendy’s smile faltered for a split second. But the moment she saw Lucas take a seat, she pulled herself back together and slipped easily into her usual charming expression.