Chapter 318 – I Don't Do Rentals
He caught her wrist.
Gently. Firmly.
"You're worth plenty, Aelitha," he said quietly. "Just not to me."
The moment froze.
Silence.
Not awkward. Not cold.
Just…
Calculating.
And then, he let go.
Like brushing off a receipt.
She stepped back. Smiled again—tight now. Strained. "You know, the socialites will eat this up. Aelitha Ninevyn and the infamous Mr. Vaelthorn. All dressed up. One picture and the market will go wild."
"That's cute," Lux said, walking ahead now. "But I'm not your marketing campaign. And I don't do rentals."
Her heels clicked faster. "Oh come on—one photo? Just one. We don't have to pretend we're married. Unless you're into that."
Lux exhaled slowly.
He stopped in the hallway, turned slightly, and gave her a full, glorious, CFO-tier smile.
The kind that says, 'I own three of your banks and I haven't decided whether to crash them yet.'
