What started as a publicity move somehow turned into Lucas’s unconditional devotion to her.
And then came the constant postponements of our wedding.
Holly’s affairs became Lucas’s top priority.
The first time Lucas stood me up for Holly was on my birthday.
The family driver had secretly told me Lucas was planning to propose that day.
Lucas wasn’t exactly the romantic type.
I didn’t want my life’s next chapter to begin in some unremarkable setting.
So I reserved the best table at the Sunset Restaurant.
I sat in the center of that beautifully romantic restaurant, surrounded by flowers and applause, using my dinner knife to cut into an exquisite little cake.
A ring appeared, gleaming in the sweet-scented air.
I was overjoyed.
But the next moment, Holly showed up.
“Brother, I think I have a fever.”
The moment he saw Holly, Lucas stopped his proposal mid-motion and walked toward her.
My smile vanished.
The “what are you doing?” on my lips met his cold stare and turned into “Should we take her to the hospital together?”
He frowned, staring at the ring as if deep in thought, then said coldly, “Sophie, be understanding. Holly’s still young. What if her fever leads to complications?”
Perhaps women’s intuition is especially keen.
That day, watching him leave with Holly under his protective arm, I suddenly realized Lucas didn’t belong to me.
But even the strongest intuition couldn’t overcome falling for him again and again.
Repeatedly falling in love, repeatedly walking through fire for love.
How many times had Lucas stood me up for Holly?
So many times I’ve lost count.
Just then, Holly’s sharp voice cut through the entire floor.
“You know all this and you still dare to—”
