His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 116

After he finished speaking, Cedric let his head rest lightly on Lumina’s shoulder. His breathing grew calm and steady.

“Cedric?”

Lumina leaned in, feeling for his breath beneath his nose—slow, even, and rhythmic.

He was truly asleep.

Above them, the moonlight gradually faded behind drifting clouds, and the lake grew dim and shadowy.

Gently, Lumina slipped her hand from his grasp, then cupped the back of his heavy head and eased him down so he could sleep on the bench.

Once she was sure Cedric was resting soundly, Lumina stood up, pulled out her phone, and sent her location to Harriet.

As she walked toward the edge of the park, she called Harriet. “Cedric’s asleep. I just sent you the address. Please send two cars as soon as you can—one for me, one for him.”

“I understand.”

On Harriet’s end, the background was still a chaotic blur of voices. She kept her reply soft, then hung up.

Less than five minutes later, Harriet called back.

She read Lumina the license plate numbers and gave one final reminder. “Your luggage is already packed in the car. Don’t forget what you promised me. Once you leave, don’t come back. And don’t try to contact Cedric again.”

“I know,” Lumina replied, her expression cool and unreadable as she ended the call.

Soon, a deep blue sedan pulled up quietly beneath the shadow of the trees.

After checking the plate, Lumina walked over without hesitation, opened the door, and got in. She didn’t look back.

The car headed toward the airport.

Outside, the city lights thinned out, giving way to a landscape that grew more barren and lonely with every passing mile.

As they neared a familiar intersection, Lumina suddenly spoke up. “Excuse me, could you turn left at the next street?”

The driver, a staff member of the Royce family, shook his head. “I’m sorry, Ms. Jardin. Mrs. Royce’s instructions were clear. I’m to take you directly to the airport. No stops.”

Lumina pressed her fingers to the cold glass, staring out at the dark, rolling hills beyond. She pulled out some cash, her voice quiet and pleading. “Please. If I’ve decided to leave, I’m not going to run. I just want to say goodbye to my family—just one last time. I’m begging you.”

The driver glanced at her tear-filled eyes and, after a moment, relented. “Alright. But take your money back, I can’t accept it.”

With that, he flicked on the turn signal and steered the car into the cemetery.

Mrs. Royce answered quietly, “Make sure you see Ms. Jardin through security before you leave.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Lumina collected her ticket and checked in her luggage.

She didn’t have much—just a battered little suitcase and a backpack. That was everything she owned.

The driver escorted her right to the international departures gate. The area bustled with students heading abroad and travelers from all over the world.

Lumina joined the slow-moving line, inching forward with the crowd, a deep sense of strangeness and fear tightening in her chest.

The waiting area was ringed by huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the night sky outside shimmering with city lights.

Lumina stood for a while, gazing out at the bright, distant world. Then she took out her phone.

She removed her SIM card and dropped it into a trash bin.

In its place, she inserted a new card, opened WhatsApp, and blocked every contact related to the Royce family.

Once she’d finished, Lumina turned off her phone, her motions calm and deliberate, and waited in the hush of the terminal for her flight.