Injury

Rosalind was caught off guard by her sudden outbursts, unsure of their origin. Maybe it was the confusion and fear that had overwhelmed her, or perhaps she had grown tired of constantly second-guessing everything.

Nevertheless, she knew she had already spoken those words and had no intention of apologizing for her raw emotions.

To her surprise, Lucas didn't react to her outburst. Instead, he stared at her intensely, his gaze akin to deciphering a captivating novel.

A mischievous smirk gradually formed on his lips, adding an intriguing element to the situation.

Why was he smiling?

"Very well... Since you didn't want them," he began, about to close the delicate pearl box. But before he could, Rosalind instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand, a surge of warmth rushing through her body. She couldn't help but feel a mix of confusion and a strange sense of liking these small interactions. It was inexplicable, but she refused to let it show, glaring at him instead.