Kapitel 71: Chapter 71: Naughty wife
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As the meal progressed, Lisa's resolve began to crumble. Lugard's unwavering gaze and calm demeanor chipped away at her defiance.
She couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why insist on keeping her as his wife when it was clear he didn't love her?
As the main course was cleared, Lugard leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Lisa's.
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Lugard carried Lisa toward the elevator, ignoring her protests.
"Put me down, I can walk on my own," Lisa said, her crystal-clear eyes flashing with annoyance.
But Lugard remained unyielding, his grip firm.
As they approached the elevator, a girl's awestruck whisper echoed through the lobby.
"Wow, Emilia murmured, pointing at the couple. "Who is he?"
Her friends gasped in unison, eyes fixed on Lugard's chiseled features.
Emilia's gaze turned calculating, her eyes locking onto Lisa.
"I want him," Emilia declared, determination etched on her face. "I will make him mine."
Lisa, still captive in Lugard's arms, sensed the tension.
Her gaze met Emilia's, a spark of warning flashing between them.
The elevator doors slid open, and Lugard stepped inside.
As the doors closed, Emilia's voice echoed outside.
"I'll get him, no matter what it takes."
Lisa's heart sank, sensing trouble brewing.
Lugard's grip tightened, his eyes never leaving hers.
"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Lisa's gaze drifted to the elevator's mirrored wall.
"Nothing," she replied, her voice barely audible.
The elevator stopped on the top floor.
Lugard carried Lisa out, into his private suite.
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He put her down, his hands releasing their gentle but firm grip on her. Lisa stood, her feet sinking into the plush carpet.
Without a word, Lugard walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The sound of running water filled the suite.
Lisa gazed around the luxurious space, her eyes widening in appreciation. The suite was stunning, with rich wood paneling, cream-colored upholstery, and gold accents.
A stunning chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered breathtaking views of the city skyline.
She strolled over to the windows, taking in the panoramic view. The city lights twinkled like diamonds, mesmerizing.
Lisa's thoughts turned to Lugard, wondering what he planned next.
The sound of running water stopped, and the bathroom door opened.
Lugard emerged, his hair damp, wearing a plush robe.
"Make yourself comfortable," he said, his voice low and husky.
Lisa's heart skipped a beat.
Lisa stared at this handsome god in front of her, lost in thought. His chiseled features, damp hair, and piercing eyes made her heart skip a beat.
Lugard stared back at her, a slight smile playing on his lips. He seemed to enjoy her admiration.
"Lost in thought, troublemaker?" he asked, his voice low and husky.
Lisa's gaze drifted upward, meeting Lugard's piercing eyes. She felt her cheeks flush as he leaned in, his face inches from hers.
"What are you thinking, unripe fruit?" he whispered, his breath caressing her skin.
Lisa's thoughts scattered, her mind racing. She couldn't form words, transfixed by the intensity of his gaze.
Lugard's smile deepened, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He trapped her between him and the wall, his hands resting on either side of her.
"You're so captivating when you're lost in thought," he murmured, his voice husky.
Lisa's heart pounded, her senses heightened. She felt the warmth of his body, the scent of his shower gel and soap.
Suddenly, Lugard's fingers grazed her cheek, sending shivers down her spine.
"Tell me," he coaxed, his voice low and seductive.
Lisa's lips parted, her voice barely audible.
"Nothing," she whispered.
Lugard's eyes sparkled with amusement.
"I think you're hiding something," he teased.
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Lisa's eyes flashed with defiance. She pushed against Lugard's chest, breaking free from his captivating gaze.
"Let me go," she demanded.
Lugard's smile never wavered. "Run, little one," he whispered.
Lisa seized the opportunity. She grabbed the clothes she had earlier selected from the wardrobe and dashed toward the bathroom.
She slammed the door shut behind her, locking it with a satisfying click.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, triumphant.
But as she caught her breath, Lisa realized she wasn't alone. Her reflection stared back, eyes sparkling with a mix of fear and excitement.
What was she doing?
As Lisa continued to shower, a soft knock landed on the suit door. At first, she thought it was Lugard, but the knocking persisted, growing slightly louder.
After three attempts, Lugard walked towards the door and opened it with a serious face.
"Hi, handsome," Emilia stood outside the door, smiling at him.
Lisa's ears perked up, her curiosity piqued in the bathroom.
Lugard's expression remained stern.
"Can I help you?" he asked, his tone curt.
Emilia's smile never wavered.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," she said, her voice husky.
Lisa's instincts prickled. Who was this woman?
As the conversation continued, Lisa's curiosity grew. She turned off the shower, grabbing a towel to dry herself up.
Lisa's eyes and ears locked onto the door, listening intently out of curiosity.
Lisa emerged from the bathroom, her hair dripping wet, wearing a soft, silky and smooth beautiful night gown.
Lugard's eyes flicked to her, his expression unreadable.
Emilia's smile faltered, her eyes narrowing. "Who's this?" is she your girlfriend?" Emilia asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.
Lugard shut the door, his movement swift and decisive.
"None of your concern," he said, his tone firm.
Emilia's voice echoed outside the door.
"We're not done, Mr Lugard."
Lisa's eyes met Lugard's, questions swirling.
Who was she?
What did she want?
Lugard's gaze held a reassurance.
Lisa stood like a wife who cought her husband cheating her eyes locked on him.
Lugard's gaze swept over her, his expression softening.
"You look stunning," he said, his voice low.
Lisa's cheeks flushed.
"Who was that?" she asked again, nodding toward the door.
Lugard's expression turned guarded.
"No one important," he replied.
Lisa raised an eyebrow.
"I think she disagrees," she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Lugard's eyes crinkled at the corners.
"You're perceptive," he said.
Lisa climbed onto the bed, lying down and gazing up at the ceiling.
"You should book two rooms," Lisa said, her voice firm.
Lugard's eyes crinkled at the corners.
"I will not," he replied, his voice low and husky. "We're already married, trouble. No separate rooms."
Lisa's cheeks flushed.
"That doesn't mean we have to share a room," she argued. besides we sleep in different room in the estate.
Lugard's smile was possessive. that how I want it "You're my wife. You'll sleep beside me when I fill like."
Lisa's heart quickened.
"You're stubborn," she whispered.
Lugard joined her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her.
"I'm protective," he corrected. "And I won't let you out of my sight."
Lisa's pulse raced.
"What's going on, Mr Lu?" she asked.
Lugard's eyes darkened.
"You know exactly what's going on," he whispered."Get ready to face your punishment," he whispered, his breath caressing her ear.
Lisa felt shivers run down her spine as Lugard's words sent a thrill of anticipation mixed with a hint of fear through her.
"What punishment?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lugard's eyes gleamed with amusement.
"You know exactly why you're being punished," he said, his voice low and husky.
Lisa's mind raced. What had she done?
Lugard's hands traced her shoulders, sending goosebumps down her arms.
"coursing trouble and not addressing me well?" he suggested.
Lisa's cheeks flushed.
"That how I want to address you ," she protested.
Lugard's chuckle was menacing.
"We'll see about that," he whispered.
He leaned in, his lips grazing her neck.
Lisa's pulse quickened.
Lugard's lips grazed her neck, sending shivers down her spine.
"You've been a naughty wife, troublemaker," he whispered.
Lisa's pulse quickened, her voice barely audible.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
Lugard's chuckle vibrated against her skin.
"Sorry isn't enough," he teased.
His hands slid down her arms, his touch sending sparks through her. her heart beat increase, she feel like running away from this danger but she also wants to test this feeling of being with a man not just any man, her beauty god.
"I want to hear you say it," he demanded.
Lisa's heart raced. "Say what?" she asked.
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