Betrayed by Blood: My Second Life as a Queen novel Chapter 211

Willow's pupils contracted slightly. She turned around on instinct, coming face to face with a deeply somber Lucian.

A bone-chilling coldness hung on his lips as his predatory gaze locked dead onto York.

When the punch landed, York didn't even try to dodge; he took the brutal blow head-on.

Lucian's merciless fist smashed into the corner of his eye, the ring on his index finger slicing through York's skin and leaving a trail of crimson.

Drops of blood rolled down, brushing past York's dark, thick lashes.

It was an unexpectedly striking sight.

He chuckled, methodically removing his glasses. His voice was slightly hoarse. "Lucian, you got here fast."

Lucian's eyes were icy. He grabbed York by the tie and yanked him close.

He twisted the expensive suit jacket into a bunched mess. The fabric distorted wildly. It should have been a humiliating, pathetic posture, but on York, it just made him look like a fallen aristocrat.

Suppressing the violent rage building in his chest, Lucian forced out a cold scoff. "If I didn't come, was I supposed to wait for you to make a move on my girl?"

York wiped the speckles of blood from his lenses and let out a light laugh. "You can't say that, Lucian. You and Willow aren't officially together. Hell, you even have a fiancée. How are you even worthy of her?"

Without the glasses shielding them, York's piercing gaze grew even sharper. "Lucian, Willow doesn't belong to anyone right now. It's perfectly fair for me to pursue her. If you won't make a move, don't blame others for stepping up."

Hearing this, Willow immediately snapped out of her daze and stared at York in sheer disbelief.

What did he just say...?

Pursue her?

Was he out of his mind?

So those weird vibes she had picked up earlier weren't just her overthinking things?

But why?

Willow couldn't quite wrap her head around it. She asked tentatively, "W?"

"Yeah." A wicked smile tugged at York's lips. "It's me."

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