The Blood Contract
Chapter 66: Talk about hypocrisy

Chapter 66: Talk about hypocrisy

"Is it my funeral already?" Lucian suddenly threw the question, his voice laced with sarcasm, instead of answering Marlowe’s question about how he was feeling.

"What are you talking about?" Marlowe probed, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The serious look on his face only deepened her sense of uncertainty, offering no clarity to the situation. His tone and demeanor left her feeling even more puzzled, unsure if he was joking or not.

"Am I dead?" Lucian asked again.

"Why are you asking such questions? How can you be asking if you’re dead?" Marlowe responded, observing him to know if something had gone wrong somewhere during the course of the treatment.

"If I’m not dead, then why is her face like that?" Lucian asked, his voice tinged with annoyance as he gestured with his chin toward Serena. Her expression was so strained and filled with emotion that it seemed like she might burst into tears at any moment—if he hadn’t woken up when he did.

Serena shot him a glare because, even though she was not about to cry, she had been extremely worried when he hadn’t woken up at the time Marlowe said he would.

"Wipe that dirty look from your face," Lucian said, his voice sharp as he glared at Serena. "Even if I die today, don’t ever look at me with that kind of pity in your eyes," he added, his serious frown deepening. His gaze was unwavering, as though he couldn’t bear to be seen as weak or pitied, even in his vulnerable state.

"Shut your mouth," Serena snapped at him, her anger rising sharply. The thought of him even mentioning death sent a wave of frustration and pain through her that she couldn’t suppress.

"Did you just ask me to shut my mouth?" Lucian asked, his expression darkening instantly, the challenge in his eyes unmistakable. The tension between them thickened,lllllll neither of them were willing to back down.

"Yes! Shut it and never open it again to speak to me," Serena responded with confidence, getting up from the chair she was seated on. "And if you want to die, go ahead and die. You think I care?" After saying this, she stormed out of the lab.

"What?" Lucian asked when Marlowe shot him a look that suggested she was disappointed in him. "I didn’t like the look on her face and I asked her to wipe it. Did I say anything wrong?"

"Yes, you said everything wrong. Why are you talking about dying so casually, as if there aren’t people who care about you and want you to live?" Marlowe scolded him.

"Everybody is going to die one day. It’s not a big deal. Moreover, you just heard her—she doesn’t care."

Marlowe observed him for a while before she moved toward the monitors.

"Serena has been seated here for over three hours, worrying and waiting for you to wake up. Asking me every few minutes why you aren’t waking up yet—and you think she doesn’t care?" Marlowe shook her head in disbelief. "I wonder what you all find so appealing about saying one thing and meaning something entirely different. It’s maddening, really. She’s been pacing and barely taking a breath, yet you still think she doesn’t care?"

She let out a sigh, deciding to leave them alone. As long as they were not fighting, they would be alright, she thought.

After being certified alright by Marlowe, and being firmly told not to engage in any strenuous activities until she was certain the medicine could sustain him, Lucian slowly made his way out of the lab. He buttoned up his shirt, his movements a bit slower than usual, as he headed toward his room. He had grown accustomed to his body’s limits, but he couldn’t help but feel a slight irritation at being told to rest. His mind, as always, was already racing with thoughts of everything he needed to catch up on.

But he changed his mind when he got to the top floor and changed direction toward Serena’s room instead, already knowing that was where she went.

When he arrived at her door, his hand moved toward the handle to push it open as usual, but he hesitated and folded his fingers instead, to knock.

But the knock did not reach the door, because his brows furrowed as he wondered what the hell had gotten into him. Why was he hesitating?

Changing his mind, he moved again toward the handle to open the door without knocking, but yet again, he couldn’t do it. His hand rested on the handle for a few seconds, but he didn’t turn it, and he didn’t push.

Finally, he let go of the handle and released a single knock on the door. Strange as it was, he felt a level of peace within him when he did that.

However, he didn’t wait for her to tell him to come in before he pushed the door open and went inside.

Serena lifted her head from the book she was reading when she heard a knock on her door. She was just about to ask who it was when the door was pushed open from the outside and Lucian stepped into view.

Surprise registered on Serena’s face, but she quickly masked it so he wouldn’t see it.

"When you knock, you’re supposed to wait for permission to be given before you enter," Serena scolded him, deciding not to give him credit for thinking of knocking in the first place.

"Shut your mouth," Lucian said, glaring at her.

"Don’t tell me to shut my mouth!" Serena fired back at him, shooting him a glare of equal intensity.

"You can tell me to shut my mouth and I can’t tell you to do the same? Talk about hypocrisy," Lucian said, a frown coming to settle on his face when he saw what she was reading. He darted his eyes around the room, catching sight of all the gifts Vincent had sent to her. The sight instantly ruined his mood.

"What do you want?" Serena asked in a sharp tone.

"Nothing," he said, walking out without another word.

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