Wedding My Ex’s Uncle

Chapter 41

Chapter 41 Rescue

Just then, her phone rang.

She stared at the caller ID, the red-eyed bunny avatar. A little jolt went through her.

Why is he calling?

“Hello, Mr. Graves…”

“Yeah. I’m at your gate. Which room is yours?”

Kaia faltered.

“Mr. Graves, you know already?”.

“Mm-hmm.” Lucien confirmed, ever succinct. “Alyssa filled me in. So, where’s your room?”

Kaia snapped out of her surprise. “Oh! Oh, right. Mr. Graves, you can get in through the back. My room faces the back gate, but-uh-there are usually two guards down there.”

She paused, then suddenly leaned toward the glass. “Oh! Wait –one of them just left! I think he went to the bathroom or something-”

Lucien chuckled, a low sound, “Easy. Hold tight. I’m coming to

rescue you.”

He put this odd little emphasis on “rescue,” like it was some kind of joke-or maybe a dare.

Rescue me? Please don’t tell me he expects a thank-you kiss or something insane like that.

Kaia tried to quash the absurd idea. She pressed herself against the curtains, eyes glued to the remaining guard below.

As if on cue, the guard, who’d been periodically glancing up at her window, suddenly broke into a run toward the main gate.

Kaia seized her chance, throwing open the window. And there he was, bathed in moonlight.

Lucien tilted his head back with a faint smile. He calmly opened his arms. “Dare to jump?”

breath hitched. That had to

you even

furrowed slightly. “Yeah. I can catch

Kaia’s stomach, but she gritted her teeth, squeezed her

and the lingering scent of sandalwood filled her

of

moonlight, and for the briefest moment,

“Yeah. I got you.”

looked up, enveloped

firm pressure on her back, his palm radiating heat

skipped a beat. “Mr.

here?”

flushed cheeks, the way a few stray strands of hair

eye sparkled-mischievous, wild,

Lucien’s gaze darkened.

bobbed slightly,

his eyes.

he could answer, voices drifted

the hell did

gate. Had to check

“Whatever. Let’s just

footsteps, Kaia instinctively grabbed Lucien’s hand and bolted for the

“Mr. Graves, run!”

pink skirt swayed gracefully with the gentle

her unhurriedly toward

the back gate was deadbolted from

surrounding wall. “Damn it. Mr.

down, patting

bit her lip.

he was still

then, the shouts of the pursuing bodyguards spurred her into action. All thoughts of propriety vanished. She scrambled onto his shoulder, using his strength to lever

edge and vaulted over with ease

once again, opened his arms

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