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The reaction I expected from Lucien eating the fish divert happen
Instead of showing discomfort, he sently ate everything 1 gave him and even added a piece of fish to my bowl. His eyes held a subtle challenge. “Eat more, he said.
I was stunned, silently fuming at how childish he was
“Don’t like it?” he teased, mimicking my earlier tone. “Sweetheart?”
I pulled on a forced smile. “Oh, I love it
focused on eating the fish, not sure if its bad taste or his sarcastic ‘sweetheart was worse.
My throat felt tight. The moment dinner ended, I quickly excused myself.
Lucian didn’t have any meetings tonight, so after we ate, Grandma took the opportunity to pull him into the living room, sharing all sorts of embarrassing stories from my childhood.
I sat at a distance, pretending to be engrossed in work, feeling more embarrassed by the minute.
By the time their conversation ended, it was close to 11 p.m.
I helped Grandma to bed, and, as I stepped out of her room, I spotted Lucian in the living room. He was holding a small toy drum I used to play with as a child, tapping it lightly, just enough to make a soft “thump- thump” sound.
After a couple of taps, he quickly set it down, mindful of the noise, and picked up a toy.
Honestly, considering we were on the brink of divorce, I was technically a single woman now, so keeping these kids‘ toys around wasn’t exactly ideal.
Does he think I’m pregnant?
Yesterday, we were both too distracted and tired, so nothing happened. Tonight, we were both very clear- headed.
Not wanting to cause any confusion, I cleared my throat and stepped forward. “Um… just so you know, these are just little things Grandma brought from the countryside. I’m not pregnant.”
Lucian gave me a brief glance, set down the toy, and replied, “I know.”
Lucian left me no choice but to awkwardly change the topic. Trying to sound casual, I asked, “Are you staying here tonight or heading back?”
As soon as I said it, a wave of guilt washed over me.
It felt like I was using him and then heartlessly kicking him out after getting what I needed.
Quickly, I added, “I don’t mean to rush you out! I just thought this place might be too small or…”
Uncomfortable…
Before I could finish, Lucian simply said, “No.”
“Huh?” I looked up, startled, unsure what he meant.
He gave me a brief glance, then walked straight to the bedroom. “It’s fine. Get some sleep. We’ve both got
work tomorrow.”
Wait a second. Is he staying over again? Why does it feel like he was spending more time here than before?
I didn’t know how I managed to follow him into the bedroom By the time I entered, Lucian had already showered and was wearing fresh loungewear from my closet. He lay on the bed, leaning against the headboard, casually working on his iPad.
The dim bedside lamp had cast a warm glow, highlighting his sharp profile and the slightly open collar of his loungewear, revealing a sliver of bronze skin.
His hair, which had been neatly styled earlier, now fell softly over his forehead, giving him an effortlessly
handsome look.
swallowed reflexively, feeling like I’d been hit by his effortless charm.
I couldn’t deny it. Lucian was stunningly attractive, with a body to match.
Though I often criticized him, in certain aspects, he wasn’t just competent, he was exceptional.
Even at just five times a month, the memories were enough to linger.
With his looks, wealth, and charm, it wasn’t surprising that Juliette was clinging so hard.
Determined to keep my composure, I grabbed some clothes and headed for the shower.
Once I was refreshed, I went to grab a spare blanket from the closet.
Only to find…
“Huh? Where’s my blanket?” I muttered, staring at the empty space. “I just put it here this morning.”
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