Page 63 of Forever His Favorite
Jeremy watched him disappear, then casually lifted his coffee cup. A slow, dark smile curved his lips.
‘You’ve tortured Emily enough, Lucas Cantrell. Now… it’s your turn. I’ll make sure you know what it feels like to be betrayed and hurt.’
***
Two days later, Lucas sat in his office, documents untouched, his mind restless. His phone buzzed with a new message.
Jeremy: ‘Today, I’m going with Emily to look at a venue for the event. If you want to see if she likes it for your wedding plan, you can come and see for yourself.’
Lucas’s lips curved into a smile that he hadn’t worn in months. His chest tightened with hope, and in the next second, he shot out of his chair and strode out of his office, his heart racing faster than his steps.
At the Grand Palace Hall, the manager approached Jeremy, who was lounging casually on one of the velvet couches.
“Mr. Nox,” the manager said, bowing slightly. “Mr. Cantrell is here. He’s standing right outside the venue doors.”
Jeremy straightened and then glanced toward the entrance. He raised a brow. “Are you sure it’s him?”
“Yes, sir,” the manager confirmed with a firm nod.
Jeremy leaned back, smirking. “Good. And from the glass windows, he can see inside clearly? See me and Emily?”
The manager nodded again. “Yes. Everything inside is visible from outside. Mr. Cantrell can definitely see both of you very clearly.”
Jeremy’s lips curled upward in satisfaction. “Perfect.”
Just then, Emily walked up to him, her face glowing with excitement. “Jeremy, this venue is so beautiful,” she said with a bright smile. “I love it—every corner is perfect.”
Jeremy rose to his feet, smiling back at her. From outside, Lucas’s eyes lit up as he caught sight of her. His heart pounded against his chest, and happiness surged through him. He immediately began walking toward the entrance, desperate to reach her.
Inside, Sebastian emerged from one of the corridors. He crossed the hall and slipped his arm around Emily’s waist.
“Do you like it, baby?” he asked, bending down to look at her face.
Emily’s smile deepened as she hugged him back. “Yeah. It’s gorgeous. When I walk down the aisle here… I think I’ll be themost beautiful woman you’ve ever seen.” She winked at him playfully.
Sebastian chuckled, brushing his lips across her temple. “You’re already the most beautiful woman to me.”
Her heart fluttered, and she smiled up at him.
“Mr. Jeremy,” the manager reappeared at Jeremy’s side, his voice hushed but urgent. “Mr. Cantrell is making a scene at the entrance. The guards are holding him back.”
Jeremy gave a short nod. “I’ll handle it.”
Quietly he turned and headed toward the entrance with the manager.
There, Lucas was pushing back against the security angrily. “Let go of me!” he barked. “I’m here to see the venue with my girlfriend for our wedding! Why the hell are you stopping me?”
As Jeremy approached, the guards hesitated and loosened their grip. Lucas shoved their hands off himself, glaring at the guards.
Lucas’s wild eyes snapped to Jeremy. “What the fuck is going on, Jeremy? Why are they holding me outside instead of letting me in?” Lucas snapped.
Jeremy raised a hand, signaling the guards to step aside “You want to propose to Emily like this? Barging in and making a scene? She waited five years for you to kneel down and propose. Do you really think she’ll accept you this way?”
Lucas’s chest heaved, his face pale as if his entire world hinged on Jeremy’s next words. His voice cracked with raw hope. “Then tell me—what’s happening? Has she forgiven me? Have you spoken to her?”
Jeremy exhaled slowly, slipping into his role with the smoothness of a seasoned actor. His expression carried just the right amount of sympathy, the kind that twisted deeper into Lucas’s need.
“No. Not yet,” he said, shaking his head. “I brought her here under the excuse that this venue was for her jewelry line launch—just to see if she liked it. She does like this place. Later, you can decorate it to her taste and propose to her here. But if you rush in now, you’ll ruin everything. The proposal has to be a surprise.”
