Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 335

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Sophia’s POV

After breakfast, I excused myself to change into the clothes I kept at Lucas’s penthouse–a careful selection of items that walked the line between presentable and forgettable.

I pulled on dark jeans and a cream sweater, high–necked enough to hide most of the marks Lucas had left on my skin, and checked my reflection in the bathroom mirror. Pale, tired, but passable. I’d have to be.

When I returned to the living room, Lucas was sprawled on the leather sofa, The Wall Street Journal spread across hrs lap, reading glasses perched on his nose. The morning light streaming through the floor–to–ceiling windows caught the sharp line of his jaw, the controlled set of his shoulders. He looked like what he’d once been–the boy I’d loved, before everything went to hell.

“Come here,” he said without looking up.

I hesitated, my hand tightening on the strap of my bag. But resistance would only make things worse, so I crossed the room and sat beside him, careful to leave a few inches of space between us.

That lasted about three seconds.

Lucas’s arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against his side with an ease that spoke of ownership rather than affection. I went rigid, my breath catching as he turned a page with his free hand, utterly relaxed, like I was just another piece of furniture in his meticulously curated life.

“Relax,” he murmured, still reading. “You’re so tense this morning.”

Because you terrify me, I thought. Because I’m carrying your child and planning to get rid of it in two days.

But I forced myself to soften against him, to let my head rest on his shoulder the way he wanted. His hand moved to my hair, fingers threading through it in a gesture that might have been tender if it didn’t feel so much like a leash./

Then he tilted my chin up and kissed me.

It started gentle–almost sweet–his lips brushing mine with something that resembled the Lucas I used to know.

But when I didn’t respond immediately, when my body stayed frozen in that awful lipsbo between compliance and resistance, his hand tightened in my hair.

The kiss turned demanding, possessive, his tongue forcing past my lips as he angled my head back until I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do

anything but endure.

I made a small sound of protest–barely audible–and tried to pull back.

He kissed me harder.

My hands pushed weakly at his chest, my lungs screaming for air, and still he didn’t stop. Not until I was dizzy, gasping, my lips swollen and my throat fight with the effort of not crying.

When he finally released me, I slumped back against the sofa, one hand pressed to my mouth, my heart hammering so hard I thought it might crack my ribs.

Lucas returned to his newspaper as if nothing had happened.

12.15 pm PP

Chapter 335

The rar will be here in ten minutes,” he said mildly, turning another page. “Don’t keep them waiting.”

A buzzer sounded from the intercom.

“That’s your ride,” Lucas said, folding his paper with precise, economical movements. “Tell your mother hope she feels better.

I stood on shaking legs, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door.

I was halfway into the private elevator when I heard footsteps behind me.

“Sophia.”

I froze, my hand on the door, and turned slowly.

Lucas was standing in the hallway, hands in his pockets, expression unreadable. For a moment–t a moment–1 saw sormething flicker across his face.

Regret Uncertainty? But it was gone so fast I might have imagined it.

“What?” I asked, hating how small my voice sounded.

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