His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 121

But Casper was different. Trained with precision and discipline, he sidestepped easily, dodging her attack without breaking a sweat.

“Ms. Jardin, forgive me!” he said, pinning Lumina down with his knee pressed firmly into her back, almost his entire weight bearing down on her.

Lumina lay sprawled on the floor, pain radiating through her body. His knee felt like a heavy boulder crushing her spine.

A strangled moan escaped her lips as it felt like her organs were being crushed together inside her.

She gasped for air, pain stealing whatever strength she had left. Fighting back was no longer an option.

Watching the scene unfold, Hilton winced. “Casper, go easy! Ms. Jardin’s body can’t take that kind of pressure!”

If Ms. Jardin got hurt and Mr. Royce found out, there’d be hell to pay for all of them.

Casper shot Hilton a cold look. “This woman is stubborn and cunning. If I don’t hold her down, she’ll just escape again.”

Lumina could barely breathe, the air in her chest growing thin. Against someone this well-trained, she had no chance.

Even so, she refused to show an ounce of fear or submission. Summoning her last bit of strength, she seized the moment and bit down hard on Casper’s wrist.

He yelled in pain, feeling her teeth sink nearly to the bone. “Let go!”

Face twisted in fury, Lumina tasted blood in her mouth as she growled, voice muffled, “Then get off me first!”

Casper cursed, raising his free hand to slap her—when suddenly, heavy, authoritative footsteps sounded outside the door.

A cold, restrained voice, tinged with anger, cut through the room: “Casper, you’re awfully bold, aren’t you?”

The voice wasn’t loud, but it commanded instant obedience.

At that moment, Lumina instinctively released her bite.

Casper quickly lowered his hand and hid his bloodied wrist behind his back, bowing his head with deference.

With fresh air filling her lungs, Lumina’s pain eased a little. She felt someone crouch beside her.

Long, elegant fingers brushed a stray lock from her forehead, then offered her a tissue. “Does your stomach hurt? Should I call a doctor?”

His voice was gentle, calm, as if nothing had happened at all.

Fury welled up inside Lumina. She glared at him, eyes blazing. “I’d rather die than go with you.”

The room fell into a heavy, suffocating silence.

Cedric, unhurried, used the tissue to gently wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth—his movements slow and careful.

He crumpled up the tissue and tossed it aside.

Straightening, he surveyed the broken glass and scattered debris on the floor—her handiwork. A faint, cold smirk touched his lips. “You talk about dying all the time. Is threatening me the only trick you know?”