Chapter 245

Chapter 245:

Moreover, Nolan, the shrewd strategist, had not yet reappeared. Presumably, he had realized his error and was now too apprehensive to face her again.

“RAIN, do you particularly like these?” Lancelot asked as he took out a notebook and began jotting down the names. “I’ll note these down. Once I master them, I’d love to cook for you.”

Janice felt overwhelmed. Lancelot, with his charm and devotion, seemed capable of enchanting any woman.

However, she cherished her freedom, relished her solitude, and disliked constraints. The strict norms of the royal family were precisely why Lancelot held no appeal for her.

“Lancelot…”

“Please, call me Lance,” Lancelot insisted, giving her a tender look. “It sounds better when you say it.”

“Your Highness!” Janice chose not to use his preferred name, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. “I must tell you, I am already married.”

Lancelot’s hand froze while he was writing, and he gazed at Janice with an expression of disbelief. “RAIN, what did you say?”

“I am married,” Janice said firmly. “I’m asking you to stop. Your insistence is troubling me.”

“That can’t be true!” Lancelot protested, shaking his head vigorously, his eyes displaying a stubborn resolve. “You must be misleading me! Although you don’t reciprocate my feelings, it doesn’t stop me from adoring you. RAIN, love knows no bounds. I am willing to give up everything for you.”

Feeling cornered by Lancelot’s persistence, Janice massaged her temples, regretting her decision to disclose her marital status.

“RAIN!” Lancelot called out, producing a small box. “In addition to flowers, I’ve brought you another token of my affection. Please, take it.”

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He then opened the box, unveiling an emerald necklace that sparkled brilliantly. The necklace’s design was both elegant and enigmatic, potentially matching the famed Blue Heart in allure.

“Is this the Emerald Forest?” Janice’s eyebrows furrowed as she gazed at the necklace, a spark of astonishment lighting her eyes. “Lancelot, how did you come into possession of this?”

The Emerald Forest was the crowning achievement of the globally acclaimed jeweler, Richard Hinchcliffe, a titan of the industry. To Janice, Richard had been a guide and a cherished companion. This necklace, his proudest creation before his demise, had only increased in value and distinction following his death.

Janice had once endeavored to obtain the Emerald Forest to honor her late friend, but it had ended up in the hands of an elusive billionaire who refused to sell. Reluctantly, she had abandoned her quest. Yet, unexpectedly, it lay before her now.

Her heart fluttered slightly. Clearly, Lancelot had undertaken considerable efforts, likely incurring a significant cost to acquire it.

“RAIN, I promised you I would do anything for you.” Lancelot’s voice softened, his eyes filled with tenderness. Capitalizing on her brief surprise, he reached forward, aiming to grasp her hand.

Suddenly, another hand intervened, blocking Lancelot’s attempt.

Lancelot paused and turned to meet a gaze as piercing and cold as ice. It was an intimidating stare, the kind that sent shivers down his spine. Lancelot, a warrior from a young age, had confronted lions, tigers, and the brink of death itself. Yet, he had never faced a glare as daunting as this.

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