Chapter 219

Susan Thompson knew Andrew Lucas wasn't joking.

Bella Quinn's facial scars would never fully heal. Even the best plastic surgeon couldn't guarantee results.

Victoria Lucas's scar removal ointment had been a medical miracle, but the rare ingredients and complex formula made it impossible to find now.

"Susan," Andrew's voice was low and tempting, "Just one kiss, and I'll deliver the ointment tomorrow."

She was about to refuse when warm lips pressed against hers.

The kiss came without warning, lingering until she gasped for air. Only then did he pull back, reluctant.

"Good girl." His thumb brushed her swollen lips as he smirked like a satisfied cat. "I'll bring it myself tomorrow."

Susan's cheeks burned with anger.

The man was shameless! He'd forced the kiss yet made it sound like she'd thrown herself at him.

Four years ago, he'd been the same—cold and aloof in public, but a hungry wolf in private, pouncing at every chance.

The memories made her ears flush crimson.

She turned away, hiding her embarrassment.

Andrew noticed the pink tips of her ears anyway, his smile deepening. His Susan still blushed so easily. Even her anger made him ache for her.

"Tomorrow." He bid farewell like a gentleman, but pinched her waist as he left.

The moment Susan stepped inside, Daniel called.

"Mom, I saw Dad today." His voice was hesitant. "I... called him Dad. Are you mad?"

Her heart clenched.

"Daniel, you hated him."

"I did." He paused. "But I want a dad. Mom, can we give him a chance? Like you said—everyone deserves forgiveness if they change."

Her hand trembled around the phone.

The past wounds were still raw, but she couldn't crush Daniel's hope.

"Let me think about it, okay? I'll tell you tomorrow."

After hanging up, she tossed in bed, sleepless.

Andrew was like an inescapable net, closing in on her. But could betrayal and pain really be erased?

Frustrated, she scrolled through her phone—then froze.

After King's Glory announced her as their ambassador, backlash had flooded social media. But tonight, the outrage had taken a darker turn.

She was now being branded a "traitor."

Susan stared at the screen, her fingers turning ice-cold.