She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 291

Giselle broke into a jog to catch up with Lucian. As he glanced back, he spotted Saphira but didn't waste a moment wondering what she was doing there. After all, she had legs and could find her own way home.

Lucian had one of his companions drive Giselle home. Since he hadn't been drinking, he got behind the wheel himself, driving a queasy Loyce back to the Shapiro estate.

Cyrilla's birthday party had ended early, as many of her classmates had curfews. Back in her bedroom, she started unwrapping the pile of gifts the butler had brought in.

When she opened the box from her best friend and saw the incredibly sexy, low-cut nightgown inside, Cyrilla’s face instantly flushed red. She called her friend. “What were you thinking, sending me this?!”

“It’s for you to wear for that man of yours, of course!” the girl said excitedly. “Think about it! You’re an adult now, you can do all the adult things you’re supposed to do with him. Don’t you want to? I saw Lucian in a news report, and wow! He’s the epitome of my dream man—all smoldering, self-controlled sexiness!”

Cyrilla had tried to seduce Lucian before, but Loyce’s presence had foiled her plan.

“I heard Lucian is coming home tonight,” Cyrilla said, staring at the semi-sheer lace nightgown. “Isn't this a little too revealing?”

“You don’t get it,” her friend insisted. “My brother told me that men love a girl who looks innocent on the outside but is a total vixen just for him. Sometimes, if you’re too conservative, you lose some of the fun.”

Cyrilla knew this was true; she’d seen plenty of similar opinions online. “I know. I’ll wear it for him.”

“I’ll be waiting for your good news!”

After hanging up, Cyrilla stared at the nightgown in her hands, her eyes filled with a new determination. She had heard from Zeke that morning that Lucian would be home tonight.

…

Meanwhile, Lucian’s car pulled up to the estate.

Loyce was already dozing off in the passenger seat. The nausea from earlier, combined with the stuffy car, had made her feel even worse.

Ignoring Lucian’s protests, she had rolled down the window. The cold night air had settled her stomach, but it made her head feel even heavier. When the car finally stopped, she remained slumped lazily in her seat.

Lucian got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door. He leaned in, meeting her drowsy, unfocused gaze. He reached across her to unbuckle the seatbelt, his large hand bracing against the seat cushion right next to her thigh, their faces now only a breath apart.

“Should I carry you?”

Loyce blinked. “Okay.”

A faint smile touched his lips as he bent down and carefully lifted her out of the car.

That night, a strong wind had picked up. The weather forecast had predicted thunderstorms for the next two days, thanks to an approaching typhoon.

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