The next day.
As Aveline's eyes fluttered open, she found herself face-to-face with a man's well-defined chest. Her gaze widened in sudden realization.
She quickly sat up, taking in her unfamiliar surroundings. This wasn't her room-it was the master bedroom!
What was going on?
How did she end up in the master bedroom?
She hastily looked down at her clothes, finding them intact, and felt no soreness or discomfort in her body, which made her sigh in relief.
"What are you worried about?"
A hoarse, slightly lazy voice sounded just then.
Aveline turned her head to see Lucas half-squinting his eyes, looking like he had just woken up, his whole demeanor exuding casual laziness. "Why am I in your room?"
Lucas laughed and said, "I was going to ask you the same question. Why are you in my room?"
He slowly sat up, the quilt sliding off, revealing the open neckline of his robe and the firm muscles underneath.This text is property of NĂ´/velD/rama.Org.
With a teasing look, he said, "You didn't sneak into my room because you were lonely, did you?"
Aveline's face darkened. "Even if I were lonely, I wouldn't come to you.
She threw off the quilt, intending to get out of bed.
But in the next second, he grabbed her arm and pulled her back onto the bed.
His handsome face turned stormy. "Not me? Then who? Russell or Zachary?"
Aveline looked at his now cold face and mocked, "Who I seek has nothing to do with you."
Lucas' voice grew even colder. "I'll make sure you know just how much it has to do with me!"
With that, he leaned in to kiss her!
Aveline immediately struggled, but her hand accidentally brushed his left arm, making him grunt in pain as his tall body pressed heavily
onto her.
"Aveline, are you trying to kill your husband?"
His gritted teeth sounded in her ear.
Aveline stiffened, realizing she might have gone too far, and said, You shouldn't have misbehaved! Have you calmed down now?"
Lucas didn't respond, continuing to press down on her heavily. He was like a mountain, too much for Aveline to bear. She pushed against his shoulder, "Get up, you're going to crush me."
Lucas slowly got up, his lips brushing her face as he did. He stared at her, "I actually thought of crushing you."
That way, she wouldn't irritate him anymore!
"You're impossible," Aveline muttered, getting out of bed and leaving the master bedroom to freshen up in the guest room.
Standing at the sink, she couldn't help but wonder how she ended up in his room. She remembered being unable to sleep last night and having some red wine. After that...she couldn't recall anything. Her expression darkened.
She definitely needed to be more mindful about drinking in the future:
it always seemed to lead to trouble!
After washing up and changing clothes, she found Lucas still in his robe. His short hair was a bit messy, but he had already brushed his teeth and washed his face.
She walked over and asked, "Do you want to wash your hair?"
Lucas gave her a cool look. "What do you think?"
Aveline pressed her lips together. Could this man never speak nicely?
She prepared the water and washed his hair, then dried it and took out his clothes. "Take off your robe, I'll help you get dressed."
Lucas remained seated, unmoving.
Aveline sighed. "Hey, don't push it!"
Lucas said, "Think I'm pushing it? Then you can leave."
Aveline was speechless.