CHAPTER 135
The request for a kiss, when it came, was intended to be the ultimate romantic gesture—a Sovereign claiming his prize after a night of high-stakes revelations.
Lucian leaned in, his expression a masterpiece of brooding intensity, expecting her to melt into his arms under the sheer weight of his ancient charisma.
Instead, Isabella's snorted, her eyes going wide, and then she did something completely unregal.
A genuine, belly-deep laughter burst from her lips, echoing off the high-end kitchen appliances and the cold floors. She bent forward, her forehead nearly hitting his chest as she struggled to catch her breath, her shoulders shaking with an uncontrollable mirth that completely shattered the "electrically charged" atmosphere he had worked so hard to cultivate.
Lucian froze. His arms, which had been effectively trapping her against the island, remained locked in place, but his entire aura shifted from 'dark, brooding king' to 'deeply offended Victorian gentleman.'
