His Untamed Rose novel Chapter 61

Lumina brushed his hand away, burrowing deeper under the covers. “Nothing happened. I’m just tired and need a few days to rest. I forgot to let you know I wouldn’t be in. You should go. Honestly, I regret ever giving you my door code.”

She didn’t want him to see her like this—exhausted, hollow, and utterly defeated.

But Cedric pulled the blanket back and, without hesitation, lifted her into his arms. She felt even lighter than before, as if he were holding a fragile sheet of paper that might crumble at the slightest touch.

Lumina’s lips trembled, her voice barely above a whisper. “Cedric, let me down. What are you doing?”

She tried to struggle, but her body refused to cooperate; she had no strength left.

He carried her out of the bedroom in silence. On the dining table, he saw the untouched dinner—forks still resting on the edge of the bowl, not a single bite taken.

His expression darkened, but he said nothing. He quickly changed his shoes and headed downstairs.

At that moment, Yadiel arrived at the building, bags in hand, just in time to see Cedric trying to ease Lumina into his car.

“Cedric!”

A sudden surge of anger crashed over Yadiel. He dropped his bags and charged forward, swinging a fist at Cedric’s jaw.

Cedric stepped back just in time. Yadiel’s punch grazed his chin but didn’t land.

Instantly, Cedric grabbed Yadiel’s wrist, using just enough force to immobilize him.

Yadiel tried to kick, but Cedric’s eyes hardened. He dodged the blow, then drove his knee into Yadiel’s stomach.

Lumina lay helpless in the backseat, listening to the brutal, thudding sounds of fists landing. She forced herself upright, just in time to see Cedric pinning Yadiel to the ground.

“What are you doing? Let him go, Cedric!” she cried, her voice hoarse.

The two men glared at each other, neither willing to back down.

She hesitated, then warned softly, “I’d never forgive you.”

“Your brain’s boiling with fever and you still have the energy to worry about someone else,” he muttered.

Just then, the sharp click of heels sounded in the hall.

Winona hurried in, two bags in hand, a sheen of sweat on her brow. “Cedric—”

Catching sight of Lumina in the hospital bed, she quickly corrected herself, “Mr. Royce, I brought the ravioli and medicine you asked for.”

Cedric’s features softened slightly. He nodded toward the table. “Just leave them there.”

Lumina had been about to close her eyes and rest, but hearing Winona’s voice, she couldn’t help but let out a tired laugh. “So, Ms. Tatum, you’ve traded in your chauffeur’s cap to be a personal assistant now?”