Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

Zoya’s cheeks flushed a little. “Why are you asking? Eowyn was just making things up.”

“Really? So you didn’t go to bars to check out handsome men?” Wren asked.

Zoya was speechless. Well, technically, they did. Back then, Eowyn had even booked a few of the most popular bar escorts to come drink and play dice in their private booth.

Of course, the one drinking and playing was Eowyn. Zoya had only sat off to the side, watching quietly.

“So you did go,” Wren murmured when she didn’t answer. “Did you like anyone? Were any of those men better-looking than

me?”

“Impossible!” Zoya said immediately. “That was years ago. I’m going back to my room.”

But Wren still held her hand tightly, refusing to let go.

“So, was there really no one you liked, or was it just that none of them could compare to me?” Wren smirked, sounding playful.

Zoya’s head was pounding. Clearly, unless she gave him a straight answer, he wouldn’t let her go tonight.

“I didn’t like anyone, and honestly, you look way better than all of them,” Zoya said.

Wren finally grinned at that. “You really think I’m that handsome?”

“Yeah,” she said honestly.

Truthfully, she couldn’t even remember what those escorts looked like anymore. At the time, Eowyn had just broken up with someone and dragged her to the bar, saying she needed to find better men.

So all of Zoya’s attention that night had been on her friend.

“Then that means… You like me?” he asked.

‘Seriously, what kind of question is that?’ Zoya rolled her eyes in her head. ‘Honestly, who would dare turn down Wren in this country?’

He raised an eyebrow slightly, still waiting for her answer. His sharp brows and deep, narrow eyes glimmered faintly.

Since she was standing while he was sitting, his chin was tilted up, showing off a flawless jawline and that aristocratic neck. It made him ridiculously attractive right then.

“If I really didn’t like you, why would I even be with you?” Zoya retorted.

“Then…. if I did this, would you blame me?” His voice dropped as he tugged her closer. His upper body leaned forward, one hand slipping around her waist as if afraid she might move away. Then his lips brushed lightly against her chin.

Zoya froze, catching the unmistakable hunger in Wren’s eyes.

“Zozo, I want to kiss you,” he murmured, his usually cool, aristocratic voice now tinged with a husky edge.

She blinked, a little dazed.

They were already dating, and she was attracted to him. In this moment, refusing his kiss didn’t even cross her mind. But

still…

“If you

don’t want to, you can refuse me anytime,” he said softly, almost pleadingly. “I won’t force you.”

His lips traced a line up from her jaw, slowly moving toward her mouth. Zoya didn’t push him away.

She could feel his hand around her waist trembling ever so slightly, betraying just how much this moment meant to him.

Is he actually nervous? Zoya wondered, surprised.

The powerful heir of the Richmond family, who had half the power of Ranard City in his grasp, was nervous about kissing a

woman.

His lips touched hers in a feather-light, tentative kiss, like he was scared of damaging something irreplaceable.

But that was all, just that gentle, careful brush.

It felt as if he went any further, it would almost be a sacrilege, like he’d ruin something pure.

Just as Wren started to pull away from the kiss, Zoya yanked him back by the collar. This time, she took the lead and closed the distance herself, lips crashing boldly onto his.

“Open your mouth,” she said, low and commanding.

Wren froze for a second but obediently parted his lips.

And in that moment, she kissed him deeply, no holding back.

When the kiss ended, his ears were flushed red. He stared at her blankly. “Why?” he asked quietly.

“Because you’re my boyfriend, and I wanted to kiss you. Is that reason good enough?” Zoya said, teasing him a little.

His eyes lit up instantly, joy flooding through them. His lips curved into a beautiful smile. “Enough,” he said softly.

Then can I go to bed now?” Zoya asked.

Only then did Wren reluctantly release her hand.

After Zoya left, Wren gently traced his lips with his fingertips, still feeling the ghost of her warmth lingering there.

“Zozo, he whispered, eyelids drifting shut as he let himself drown in the aftertaste of her kiss.

“What am I going to do with you? You give me a little… and I just want more.”

Back in her room, Zoya had just finished washing up when her phone rang. It was Eowyn,

The first thing her friend asked was, “Is Wren with you right now?”

“No, I’m in my own room, about to sleep,” Zoya replied.

Eowyn sighed in relief. “So it’s true. You’re really dating him?”

“Yep! We’re together,” Zoya laughed.

“He didn’t threaten or force you, did he?” Eowyn asked, half-joking but still worried.

“No. I agreed willingly,” she said.

Eowyn still sounded skeptical. “I mean, I know Wren looks like he could topple a kingdom with his face, but you’re not the kind to fall for good looks. What exactly do you see in him?”

Zoya thought for a second. “He’s actually a pretty decent guy.”

Eowyn groaned, “Oh my god! If anyone else heard you say that, they’d think you were being sarcastic!”

In Ranard City, there were countless rumors about Wren, but not one person had ever said he was a good person.

Zoya chuckled. “Sometimes, the people you think are good turn out to be heartless. And the ones you think are bad… maybe you just haven’t seen their good side yet.”

“So you’ve seen Wren’s good side now?” Eowyn teased.

“He’s not who I thought he was at all. Maybe things started off impulsively, but honestly, I don’t regret it,” Zoya replied.

“Alright then, good luck! I just hope Wren doesn’t disappoint you,” Eowyn said sincerely.

“Thanks,” Zoya replied. But no one could predict the future anyway. Where things would go between her and Wren, no one could tell.

A few days later, Jasmine woke in the middle of the night, trembling from another nightmare.

“Another bad dream?” Nicolas asked, stepping toward her. Ever since that day at the Lucero Group, she hadn’t been the same. She was restless, uneasy, and plagued by nightmares.

“Yeah, Jasmine replied, her forehead slick with sweat.

“It’s probably because Zoya confronted you in front of everyone, right? Maybe you should talk to a therapist, just so it doesn’t end up haunting you,” Nicolas said gently.

“Okay,” Jasmine answered, trying to steady herself.

But she knew perfectly well. It wasn’t Zoya’s slap that haunted her. It was that text message.

“Who was behind that message?’ Jasmine’s mind spun.

She’d tried digging for answers, but the sender was using a one-time-use disposable number. There was no way to trace it

back.

Nicolas wiped the sweat from her forehead gently. “I’ll get you some water. Wait here.”

Jasmine nodded. But just as he left, his phone suddenly rang. When he glanced at the caller ID, his expression shifted. Without a word, he walked quickly out of the room.

Jasmine watched him and instantly felt that something was off.

That was strange. He had never avoided answering a call in front of her before.

Her heart tightened. She slipped out of bed and followed quietly.

Jasmine watched as Nicolas stepped outside and took the call, his voice sounding low and urgent. “Yeah, it’s me… So, you actually found a clue about who pulled me out of the river eight years ago?”

Hidden by the wall inside the room, Jasmine was eavesdropping. The moment she heard those words, she went absolutely rigid.