Chapter 195 – Overthinking is Overrated
Lux stood there, wind teasing the hem of his shirt as the late morning sun stretched lazily across the city skyline.
The sky was a crisp gradient of pale sapphire to soft gold, bright but not blinding—like the world hadn't yet decided whether today would be kind or cruel.
He sighed. Then muttered, "She knew my number?"
He fished out his phone and—yeah.
There it was.
Text from an unknown number.
He raised an eyebrow.
Unknown? Sure. But rich-girl bold enough to do this? There was only one name attached to that level of audacity wrapped in encryption.
Mira.
Xianlong.
"Can't underestimate dragon heiresses," he muttered, unlocking the screen.
The text was… long.
Too long.
Lux blinked at it.
This wasn't a message. This was a thesis. An illegal wall of words that should've been an email, possibly a letter sealed with dragon wax and a legal waiver.
But nope. She sent it as a text.
Lux scrolled. Scrolled again. Swore under his breath.
