Chapter 683 – Not Some Playboy Mortal
Aelitha opened her mouth, a flicker of her earlier fire still there. "Are you trying to—"
But Lux's glare stopped her cold.
It wasn't rage. It wasn't fury. It was worse than that. It was disappointment wrapped in a CEO's stillness. Controlled. Polished. Precision weaponized.
And it hit like a slap.
Aelitha felt it all at once, her body chilled despite the late morning heat, her voice caught somewhere between throat and pride. That wasn't the man she'd spent the night with. That man had chuckled and complimented her tail. That man had taken her with smooth words and teasing charm and a sinful touch that made her think he was hers.
But this man?
This was the real Lux Vaelthorn.
And she wanted him even more.
She hated that about herself.
Lux took a single step forward. It wasn't fast. But it was enough to make her step back without realizing.
"Trying to what?" he asked softly.
His voice was like velvet dipped in poison.
