Chapter 289

Lucas returned home and went straight to the liquor cabinet, where he poured himself a glass of whiskey. The crisp clinking of ice against the glass did nothing to calm his restless mood. Serena's rejection had caught him off guard, but it only fueled his desire to conquer her. He had never failed in getting what he wanted. Frustrated, he downed the whiskey in one gulp. The fiery liquid burned down his throat, but it couldn't extinguish the inexplicable anger surging within him. Standing before the floor-to-ceiling window, he gazed down at the city's nightscape. The dazzling lights felt unbearably cold to him. Why was Serena resisting him so much? He genuinely wanted to help her and give her a better life. Had he done something wrong? No, he hadn't. Lucas pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant's number. … My hangover was worse than I had anticipated. I slept groggily until noon before finally forcing myself out of bed. My head throbbed, and my stomach churned. I just wa