Chapter 63

For a moment, all eyes in the room were on Aurora. The crowd, made up mostly of trust-fund kids and socialites, wore amused expressions, as if waiting for a spectacle.

“She wouldn’t actually be begging for a second chance in a place like this, would she?” someone mocked.

Aurora frowned. She wasn’t surprised that these spoiled elites didn’t recognize her as a Walton, considering she rarely showed up at these events. But twisting the situation into her chasing after Joseph? That was crossing the line.

A sharp-eyed socialite with cat-like eyes covered her mouth and giggled. “Exactly! I don’t even know how someone like her managed to squeeze into our circle. Joseph, don’t tell me you still have feelings for her?”

Joseph scoffed. “She’s just some countryside bumpkin. I was simply generous enough to look after her back then.”

“Bumpkin is right! Look at that outfit–so plain, so clueless. She’s clearly never seen real money before. Joseph, what were you even thinking?” someone else sneered.

Joseph picked up a glass of champagne and took another glance at Aurora’s attire. Something felt off. This was an exclusive event for the elite–so what was she doing here? It was not like these rich kids were big-shot investors. There was only one explanation: Aurora must have come to beg him to take her back. No wonder… His gaze turned icy. “As if I’d ever go for someone like her? Back then, she was the one shamelessly throwing herself at me.”

“So she’s just a used-up groupie that our dear Joseph got bored of?” someone sneered.

Aurora’s eyes sharpened, her gaze chillingly calm. “Watch your words. You never know when they might come back to bite you.”

The cat-eyed socialite scoffed. “Oh please, what can you do to us? You’re nothing but a desperate nobody. Just because you’ve got a foxy little face doesn’t mean you can seduce Joseph. You’re not even in his league.”

Joseph smirked, basking in the attention as he lifted his chin arrogantly. Aurora lifted her hand, letting everyone clearly see the wedding ring on her finger. “I’m married. I won’t tolerate slander.” Her voice carried a sharp, undeniable chill. Laughter erupted almost instantly.

“Someone actually married her? After Joseph’s done with her? Who the hell would—”

“Who dares to insult my wife?” A cold voice rang out from the entrance. Aurora whipped around. Lucas stood there in a tailored suit, broad shoulders and a lean waist, his sharp, piercing eyes carrying an unmistakable edge. Against the light, he strode toward her with long, confident strides. Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly against him. “Anyone who spreads rumors will face legal consequences.”

His warmth seeped through the fabric of her clothes, the subtle scent of cedarwood surrounding her. She could feel the steady strength of his grip on her waist. Her heart gave a violent jolt. And suddenly, her legs felt weak. The entire room fell into stunned silence.

No one knew who this man was, but the sheer presence he carried, the cold authority in his gaze, was enough to shut everyone up. More than that–his looks were absolutely breathtaking. How the hell did she land a man like this? Was he blind?

Seeing how the crowd had been completely silenced by Lucas, Joseph immediately raised his voice in defiance. “What’s the big deal? Just some pretty boy acting tough at our event? You think you can throw your weight around here?”

Lucas turned to him, his gaze instantly freezing over. “Oh?”

Joseph knew this man was just a pretty face, yet when their eyes met, a sudden chill ran down his spine. Instinctively, he shrank back for a moment before stiffening his posture again. He straightened his neck, forcing out a sneer. “Do you even know who I am? I’m about to be engaged to the Walton younger heiress. A nobody like you should get on his knees and beg while you still have the chance!”