Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 324: Make her remember

Eleanor Hart looked taken aback by his words. For one, Elle had not expected him to agree without bringing her to his office for a personal meeting like the last time she had approached him. He had said if she wanted his land, she would have to give something else in return. Her body in a fancy hotel in the city.

He was everything she hated in a man, not that she liked any kind of man, but Xander—like he insisted she call him—was a piece of shit she didn’t want to have anything to do with. If she wasn’t so desperate to see to it that this project worked out, she wouldn’t be here. She had dreamt of this and wanted it desperately, which was why she came here today after his disgusting behavior with her the last time they spoke.

Not to mention, he had dared to hug her as if he had the right to. Who did he think he was? She should have slapped him, but she didn’t want to offend him and risk him canceling the important meeting her grandfather had entrusted her to handle. She was a desperate woman, okay, but not desperate enough to fool around with a womanizer.

This project would not only benefit many but would save lives when it was done, and she was willing to give anything that has nothing to do with her body to make it possible.

Not wanting to try her luck too much, she composed herself and said, "We will have another meeting after your lawyers oversee the contract and proposal. We can make any adjustments if you are not satisfied with our—"

"There’s no need. I will sign the contract now." Lucian interrupted her hastily. He didn’t need to read the contract; he didn’t care if she would cheat him, but for as long as this project would make them see more of each other, he was willing to take any risk.

"It doesn’t work like that, Mr. Penn. I will be much more at ease if we follow it accordingly so we won’t have any trouble in the future," she said, maintaining a neutral smile, even though she couldn’t help but think he was indeed the fool the media said he was.

Since she said it would put her at ease to follow it accordingly, Lucian didn’t push it. At best, he would urge the company’s new lawyers to see to it that everything was sorted out before tomorrow.

The meeting ended there after they scheduled their next appointment to sign the contract.

Lucian didn’t linger in the conference room; he went after her when she left the room with the people who had come with her. He needed to talk to her, desperately. He needed to find a sign that his wife was still somewhere in there—that she remembered even a little about their life together.

Before he put his all into winning her back, he needed to see the sign. But before he could reach her, she had stepped into the elevator, and the door had closed. Lucian took the stairs; he couldn’t wait.

However, by the time he reached the parking lot, the cars they had driven to the company had sped out of the place.

Lucian did not give himself the time to feel miserable; he went back inside. He ordered Gary to call the lawyers. For the first time, Lucian acted like he owned everything in the company. He gave the lawyers strict orders to see to the contract before the day ended.

Done with that, he could not sit still. He ordered Gary to tell him everything about Eleanor Hart.

"You already know everything about her, Boss. I got a background check on her for you months ago." Gary pointed out but a glare from Lucian made him blink repeatedly and asked, "What would you like to know?"

"Every single information you know about her." He muttered through clenched teeth.

Gary began to give the information, even though he believed his Boss already knew all of it. "She’s a well-known doctor with many skills off her sleeves, says the media. She has an art gallery somewhere in Manhattan where she puts up a master piece work once a month. She’s known as the iron lady and boss bitch—"

"Watch the way you address her if you don’t want your tongue on the floor," Lucian warned dangerously, and Gary blinked in disbelief, as Lucian himself had called her that many times before.

"Her family owns a medical tech company called Trinity. They are old money, as you already know, and rumors say her grandfather wanted her to take over his company as she was more competent than her own father, but she likes being a doctor and only promised to represent their family company in this project.

"Well, Eleanor Hart, as you know, has an obsession with creating a lab with advanced medical technology, and that is what brought her to you at Will’s Christmas party. But you told her if she had a one-night stand with you, you’d give her anything she wanted from your company. She never contacted you again. Why am I being made to repeat all this when you know everything already? I..."

"What is the meaning of a one-night-stand?" Lucian asked with narrowed eyes.

Gary pursed his lips and shrugged before he began to explain what the words means. It seemed his boss was suffering from some illness—perhaps a memory loss of some sort?

"Boss, are you sure you’re okay?" he asked with concern when he noticed his face had darkened. "Boss?"

Lucian had blocked Gary away after hearing his explanation of a one-night-stand. How dare Lucian Xander Penn ask his wife for that? No wonder she had looked at him in disgust. This fucking body he was possessing would make it hard for him. If he hadn’t felt that thrilling feeling in his blood when he approached the conference room, he would have doubted the fact that she was his Ave.

"Continue, how old is she?"

That day, Lucian made sure to learn everything he could about Eleanor Hart, and when he went home, he could barely sleep as he looked forward to tomorrow.

The next day, Lucian made sure to take his time getting ready, knowing he would meet her again. He wore the uniform every man in the office wore, known as a suit. He shaved clean with the razor wonder—he’d watched a video on how to use it the night before as he’d figured out how everything could be found online. He took off the earring Xander had on his right ear. No man he’d seen wore accessories in their ear.

Done with his dressing, he left for the office. He was the first to arrive, apart from the cleaners. He’d set the meeting as early as seven that morning, and he got there at five-thirty, passing the time by taking the ice creams he had ordered to stack the office refreshments refrigerator room. He was addicted to the thing and took it anytime of the day.

He was on his third bowl when he was told they had arrived.

Lucian was already seated in the conference room when she arrived with her team. His breath hitched when she walked in. A slow, searing ache unfurled deep in his gut, dark and familiar, as he watched her sway her hips into the room.

She muttered a forced, polite greeting to him, then stood talking to one of her team, ignoring his presence yet again. The same woman who once whispered his name like a prayer in bed when they made love now looked at him like a stranger she didn’t want anything to do with apart from his land and investment.

She didn’t even notice how he had dressed up to impress her. It wrecked him, shredded him from the inside out, but beneath the pain, there was something else. Something carnal, relentless.

Being in the same room and not having the liberty to even touch her was something he could not hold on for long. And as they signed the contract and she sat in the seat next to him, his pulse pounded in his throat, his chest tightened with a mix of longing and hunger so fierce it was almost unbearable.

His fingers twitched on the table, itching to touch, to reclaim, to remind her. The way her lips parted slightly as she looked down at the contract agreement, the way her body moved without even realizing it—his body knew. It remembered everything.

"My team will come down to see the land tomorrow, and the work would start as early as the day after. If any losses arise, we will take it equally, but I assure you nothing will go wrong," she said with a smile that didn’t reach her cold blue eyes as she held out her hand for a handshake.

When Lucian closed his hand over hers, enveloping it in his large ones, heat pooled low in his stomach, hardening into a need that had nothing to do with lust alone. It was deeper, more dangerous. His skin pricked, his muscles coiled, every nerve in his body tuned to her like a predator locked onto prey. His blood burned, thick and heavy with the kind of arousal that came from being close to her, from knowing, remembering how she had once trembled under him, how she had been his.

"Mr. Penn," she called tightly when he didn’t let go of her hand.

He released her hand. His jaw clenched, his breath coming out rough, uneven. His hands still lingered with the warmth of holding her, and he curled them into fists as his cock throbbed beneath the weight of his desires, the ache only intensifying the longer he stood there next to her. He wanted her. Not just the body, but the woman, the mind, the heart, the soul that had belonged to him before fate had stolen her away.

She didn’t remember. But his body did. And it was screaming for him to make her remember.

She was turning away from him when his eyes caught something that made him call out, "Aveline."

She froze like he had commanded her and looked up to meet his eyes, her lids narrowing to turn the blue in her eyes into slits. When she spoke, there was surprise in her detached voice. "How did you know my middle name?" There was accusation in her tone.

Aveline was her middle name, and no one except her family knew her by that name, as she answered only to Eleanor or Elle in public. The fact that he knew could only mean he’d dared to dig into her background!

Lucian couldn’t believe she answered to the name, and the reason he had called her was because the necklace he had once given her on the day of his coronation now rested on her chest, its blue pendant shining as brightly as the day he had given it to her. He had confirmed his suspicions—she was his wife. She was his Aveline. He almost smiled at that realization but dared not when he saw she was scowling in displeasure.

"Where did you get your necklace, Miss Hart?" He played it cool as he saw from the corner of his eye that everyone was already walking out of the conference. He needed to be alone with her.

Her hand flew up at a speed that surprised him to cover the necklace. She tucked it into her shirt and looked at him sharply. "My necklace has nothing to do with us being business partners. If you’d excuse me, I have somewhere to be."

Before she could turn away, Lucian acted impulsively and grabbed her wrist to stop her. "I gave that necklace to my wife."

She turned her icy eyes on him. "It seems the media is right. You are going crazy over a wife you never had before. When are you going to stop all your attention seeking, Mr. Penn? You don’t think I will fall for whatever ploy you’re playing. And just so you know, there is no jewel like this anymore. It belonged to my family’s ancestors and was passed down to me." She yanked her wrist away from his grip.

Family ancestors? Just like Lucian Xander Penn was his family descendant, she could be a descendant of Ave. But Ave had not stayed in the past to have a descendant, and if she had, it would have been with his bloodline. This future was nothing but a lie. Something wasn’t right, and he knew what it was—Ave being in it had made many things not make sense. He would need to make her remember and go back to where she belonged.

"Have you really no memories of our time together, Aveline?" he whispered thickly as he searched her eyes.

"The only memory I have of you is insulting me by suggesting a one-night stand in exchange for this meeting, Mr. Penn. And if that memory didn’t already paint you in a terrible light, your scandalous affairs and your digging into my background certainly has. So I hope you will put all this aside and let’s work together to make the project succeed. I am willing to set everything aside as long as you don’t bring up our past," she said in one breath, her beautiful features contoured in indifference.

Swallowing hard, Lucian decided to let everything out to her and perhaps it would trigger something in her memories. "We got married on a vast land and bound our cut wrists after taking our vows. You showed me how to live again. You walked to me when no one else could, and you gave me your blood to take away my pain. You seduced me into consummating our marriage even though I was reluctant..."

He paused when he noticed a sudden shift in her cold eyes, then resumed, this time walking closer to her.

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A/N

Hey guys, I’m feeling kinda stressed today because of some news I received. The author of The Cursed Prince’s Strange Bride approached me, claiming that my readers have been contacting her about my book. She said they told her that I plagiarized her story.

Mind you, when I first started the book, I talked to her on Facebook and told her how inspired I was by her story. She even read it and told me she liked it. She never mentioned anything about plagiarism until now, when she claims my readers are approaching her and urging her to take legal action.

Yes, I admit that I was inspired by the book, but I can assure you that I did not plagiarize it. I hope that those making these claims will approach me directly and point out exactly where they believe plagiarism occurred. If this continues, there is a risk that my work could be banned from the app.

I do not appreciate this, and it would be a lie if I said it didn’t break my heart. Those who have read The Cursed Prince’s Strange Bride know that my book is in no way plagiarized, and I hope you can help clarify this to the author as well.

Thanks.