Chapter 4The Queen of Thorns

Lucas kept his word. After that day, the overt bullying decreased.

Sophie was unhappy. But Lucas just said lazily: "Don't worry, she's learned her lesson. "She won't provoke you again."

To make Sophie happy, Lucas transferred me from the top class to the worst one. If I saw Sophie in the hallway, I'd hide far away.

Meanwhile, Lucas and I met frequently. We were obsessively addicted to each other's bodies. The difference was, Lucas always bared his fangs openly. While I played hard to get, pretending to resist.

Physical intimacy naturally brings hearts closer. When not having sex, we chatted like normal friends.

As a romance novel male lead, Lucas inevitably had a cliché backstory. Lack of parental love since childhood, longing for sincere affection. Falling for Sophie was just because of a piece of candy she gave him as a kid.

In war, conquering the heart is the best strategy. I established myself as a warm little sun. Constant care and concern every day. Good mornings and good nights, energetic encouragement, sharing funny stories. Just moving my fingers, didn't cost a cent.

Over time, Lucas started replying.

[Will you be at school today?] [No] [Which dress do you like on me?] [1] [Saw a necklace that suits you perfectly, I'll buy it for you when I save enough from work!] [.]

On Lucas's birthday, I bought the necklace as promised. Along with a cheap cake I got from a food delivery app promo.

Lucas's eyes were terrifyingly cold. He stomped the gift box flat and choked me with his large hand.

"Who allowed you to celebrate my birthday without asking? "You're just a toy to relieve boredom. "Given a little face, and you forget your place?"

I was choked until my eyes rolled back, almost fainting. Lucas finally let go, tossing me aside.

In the original story, Lucas's mother died in childbirth. His father hated him for taking his beloved wife's life and was cold to this son. To Lucas, his birthday wasn't a celebration of birth. It was the anniversary of his mother's death.

So, Lucas never celebrated his birthday. Every year on this day, he would hide alone. Even the heroine, Sophie, didn't dare find him then.

My action undoubtedly touched Lucas's taboo.

I coughed incessantly to relieve the pain of suffocation. When I looked up at Lucas, a smile was squeezed onto my face again.

"But, today is your birthday— "Birthdays are for eating cake, receiving gifts, making wishes..."

Lucas kicked the sofa violently. "Are you f***ing deaf? "I said I never celebrate birthdays!"

I asked calmly: "Because of your mother?"

Lucas's expression froze. Then, a huge rage ignited. He yanked my hand, dragging me up from the floor. Gritting his teeth, he said: "Chloe, do you really want to die?!"

I stared calmly into his pupils. Without a trace of fear, I said lightly: "But, she was willing to give her life just so you could be born into this world."

Lucas froze. Looking deep into his eyes, I continued: "So, at least on this day. "I hope you can be happier than anyone else in the world."