Facade of Love

Chapter 411 Don't Test My Limits

I gave a quick, indifferent glance and turned my attention to Lucas, who was perched on the couch with an icy glare. It was obvious he was not in the mood to chat.

I bit my lip and turned to Inch with a mocking smile. "A room to rest? What's next, tying me up and tossing me into a dungeon to marinate?"

Inch stuttered, clearly caught off guard.

His gaze shifted to Lucas, seemingly clueless about how to handle my jab.

Lucas's eyes narrowed, and a cold smirk played on his lips. He stared at me, his voice frosty, "Would you prefer the dungeon?"

Wow, listen to him. I took a deep breath and met his gaze with a scoff. "What's the matter? Is dungeon-living now a VIP experience? Or have you guys invented some new, more twisted ways to break someone?"

The stare from Lucas turned icy, his face darkened, and the chill in the room seemed to thicken.

Being no stranger to his brooding rage, I held his black-eyed gaze without a hint of fear or backing down.

He watched me, and after what felt like an eternity, he gestured with a commanding tone, "Come here."

I kept my lips tightly sealed and stayed put.

His eyes squinted, a clear sign of barely contained fury, "Come here!"

I approached him, not out of fear, but out of curiosity to see what he was up to.

Now standing before him, I looked down at the man who usually towered over me. It was a strange reversal from our usual encounters. However, it did not change the fact that he was as loathsome as ever. NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

He tilted his head back, his intense gaze locking onto me. I braced myself, expecting a blow or some cruel punishment. Instead of punishing me, he yanked my wrist and shoved me onto the couch next to him. His legs stretched out, trapping mine beneath them.

I was pinned, unable to move.

I glared at him, my eyebrows furrowed in anger, my voice raspy, "Lucas, what's your game?"

He gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his icy stare, his voice just as cold, "Yvette, just how much patience do you think I have left?"

"Patience?" I laughed bitterly. "Oh, what? You're saying you're done pampering me? That I should watch my step around you?"

We stared each other down, his lips a tight line, the sinister gleam in his eyes growing darker. Suddenly, he narrowed his eyes and, in a swift move, his hand was around my neck, his body closing in, his voice a threatening whisper, "Yvette, you're really courting death."

I met his dark gaze head-on, my own eyes defiant, and I taunted, "Well then, go ahead. Kill me!"

Maybe my challenge pushed him over the edge because his grip on my neck tightened suddenly. I gasped for air, my body going into shock, my mind reeling from the lack of oxygen, and I started to shake. For a few terrifying seconds, I could feel the deadly intent rolling off him.

"Sir!" Inch, who had been standing by, rushed over at the sight of the struggle, his voice urgent.

Lucas eased his hold just a bit, his face still stone-cold as he shot a sidelong glance at Inch, his voice sharp, "What is it?"

Inch, with a worried look at me, said to Lucas, "There's someone from Mandala at the door. They say it is urgent and need to talk to you."

"Urgent?" Lucas's eyebrow quirked up, a warning clear in his frosty eyes.

Inch must have been scared of him because when he heard what was said, a flicker of fear crossed his face. Nevertheless, he managed a nod at Lucas. "Yeah, looks like there is some trouble at Lord Kun's place. You should head over there, pronto."

Lucas did not waste a second. He shoved me aside and gave me a cold, mocking laugh. "Got a death wish? I can make that happen." He then turned to Inch with a command. "Take her to Eccentricity Courtyard."

Inch's face went pale, and his voice came out a bit delayed. "Sir, Ms. Scott, she..."