Chapter 109 His Kissing Skills Are Far Better Than Lucian's

Rosalie jolted awake, her mind snapping back to reality. Her face burned bright red. Flustered, she scrambled off Julian's thigh and quickly slid back into her seat. She kept her head bowed, too mortified to even glance in his direction. A tense silence settled over the table. From the neighboring booth, Lucian deliberately raised his voice, letting each word hang in the air. "Melia, once I'm done with these next few days, I'll go abroad and bring your mother back. It's time we started planning for our wedding. We certainly can't have some people stuck in their absurd delusions." Camelia spoke gently, "Wow, Lucian, you've really thought this through. My mom would be thrilled with our wedding arrangements." Lucian snorted. "Of course, she would. After all, I'm not like some men who live off others. I won't rush into a whirlwind marriage and completely ignore my bride's parents. A man who lacks even the simplest manners hardly deserves to be called a man." Meanwhile, Rosalie's min