Reborn as Cold Emperor's Concubine [S1] The jealous and frustrated 2

The jealous and frustrated 2

Lillian stiffens as Victor casually drapes an arm over the back of her chair, effectively trapping her in place.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Gritting teeth* Your Majesty, you’re being—

Victor Alaric - ML

*Leaning in* Possessive?

Lillian glares at him. Victor, looking way too smug, takes a slow sip of his wine, ignoring the hushed whispers around them. Meanwhile, Lady Beatrice looks like she just bit into a lemon, and Lord Rupert Hargrobe wisely keeps his mouth shut.

Deciding she absolutely won’t let Victor win, Lillian shifts closer, her lips curving into a dangerous smile.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Softly* You’re acting as if I belong to you, Your Majesty.

Victor sets down his cup, turning his gaze on her—sharp, assessing. Then, with zero warning, he reaches out and tucks a stray curl behind her ear, fingers grazing her cheek in the process.

Lillian’s breath catches. The court collectively gasps.

Victor Alaric - ML

*Low, firm voice* You do.

Silence.

Lillian stares, heart definitely not pounding. Victor, unbothered, watches her reaction like a predator amused by its prey. The air feels thick, charged with something she refuses to acknowledge.

Then, just to make matters worse, Victor tilts her chin up slightly—like he’s about to kiss her. Lillian immediately jerks back, face hot, and stands up so fast her chair nearly tips over.

Lillian Grey - FL (#47)

*Hissing.* I need air.

Before Victor can stop her, she storms out of the banquet hall, her pulse racing. Behind her, Victor leans back in his chair, watching her go with that infuriatingly satisfied smirk.

Victor Alaric - ML

*Murmuring to himself* Adorable.

To be continued.

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