Revenge amnesia upgraded to his brother novel Chapter 120

**The Goodbye That Never Reached You and My Life Chasing 120**

**Revenge Amnesia: Upgraded to His Brother**

**Chapter 120**

**Norah’s POV**

As I stepped back into the hotel room, a sense of heaviness enveloped me, and I chose not to flick on the lights. Instead, I made my way to the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, where the bustling city sprawled out before me like a living tapestry of shimmering lights and restless souls, each car a fleeting dream of ambition and desire.

The silence in the room was profound, broken only by the soft rhythm of my own breath, a reminder of my solitude amidst the chaos outside.

Suddenly, the doorbell echoed through the stillness, pulling me from my reverie. Lucien entered, his presence cutting through the chill of the night as he pushed the door open. The weariness etched on his features was unmistakable, a testament to the long day he had endured.

He approached me swiftly, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind, his chin resting gently atop my head. “I heard… my mother went to see you?” His voice was rough, tinged with concern.

I remained still, my gaze fixed on the cityscape, unwilling to break the fragile silence.

“Mm.”

“What did she say to you?” His arms tightened around me, as if seeking to draw strength from our connection.

Turning to face him, I felt a question bubble to the surface—one that had occupied my thoughts throughout the afternoon. “Lucien, when all of this is over… what will become of us?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he replied, “Of course we’ll get married, Norah.”

“And after we get married?” I pressed, my heart racing at the implications of my query. “What will my life look like?”

His response caught him off guard. He paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before a smile broke through, one that radiated his usual charm and confidence.

“Naturally, you’ll be the happiest Mrs. Constantine in the world.”

He moved to the bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as he raised it toward me. “You won’t have to worry about anything anymore. No more sleepless nights spent sketching designs that drain you, no more dealing with demanding suppliers or the relentless media. I’ll take care of it all for you.”

“You can simply enjoy your days at home, in peace. I’ll hire the best instructors for you—learn flower arranging, practice yoga. And if you ever feel restless, you can ride at the family stables or meet your friends for afternoon tea.”

He took a sip of his drink, then returned to me, his hands gently cradling my face.

“And if you still have a passion for design, you can keep it as a hobby. I’ll manage Thistlebird for you. If the mood strikes, you can sketch a few pieces. I’ll assemble the finest operational team so that you won’t have to lift a finger.”

He looked deeply into my eyes, his expression unwavering. “Norah, I promise to give you the best of everything and spoil you into a little princess who never has to think about anything but being safe and happy by my side. Just be my woman—that’s all I ask.”

As I gazed back at him, I felt the warmth of his affection, a love that was palpable and real.

Yet, a shadow of doubt crept into my mind.

Kathy’s words echoed ominously: in Lucien’s world, love and wealth were used to construct a gilded cage, a sanctuary meant to protect but inadvertently designed to imprison.

He had never once paused to ask me what I truly desired.

In his eyes, my career, my aspirations, and my struggles were merely pastimes—trivial pursuits that could be dismissed with a casual remark.

Was it Lucien who had changed, or was I simply asking for too much?

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