Aurora Walton and Lucas Carter novel Chapter 1786

Hearing that, Aurora was a little stunned.

“Wouldn’t that make me look completely inconsistent?”

“What? No. That’s called a harmless little lie.”

Lucas tried to talk her around without shame.

“And honestly, doesn’t it make perfect sense?” he added, sounding completely serious. “It just means you know how to adapt to the situation. That’s called being persuasive.”

His words left her momentarily speechless.

And for a second, she couldn’t even find a proper rebuttal.

Because, in a strange way, what he said did make sense.

So, there was no point arguing with him.

“Fine, I get what you mean.”

Aurora’s eyes softened with amusement as she looked at him. “I didn’t expect you to be so sly.”

“Sly? This is called being adaptable.”

Lucas sounded genuinely offended. “Don’t you think this kind of thinking is actually pretty sharp?”

“Is it?”

Aurora drew out her words deliberately, clearly teasing him on purpose.

Lucas’ eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at her.

“What? Is that really how you see me?”

He defended himself immediately. “Shouldn’t I be the sharp and clever type in your eyes?”

“All right, whatever you say.”

Aurora already noticed the way Lucas lifted his hand, clearly ready to tickle her.

And out of everything, tickling was the one thing Aurora couldn’t handle.

Just thinking about it felt far too intimate.

Lucas didn’t push further, and the rest of their conversation flowed light and easy between them.

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Her health had been declining lately, and the doctor had warned them she couldn’t endure strong emotional blows.

This was the last thing he wanted to see.

He hurried off to find her medicine, muttering anxiously,

“Madam Grace, just hold on a moment. I’ll get your pills.”

Grace pressed a hand to her chest and nodded weakly.

The papers in her hand slipped from her fingers and scattered across the floor.

Even from where she sat, she could still see the clear images printed on them.

The sight made tears spill from her eyes.

The daughter she had loved and raised for so many years had betrayed her so effortlessly, even reconnecting with her biological father.

Tessa might not have been her biological child, but Grace had loved her more deeply than her own daughter.

If she told anyone what happened, no one would question who the real victim was.