บท 67: Chapter 67: You Are Really My Sleeping Pills
He stared at Lisa's peaceful sleeping face, lost in thought.
After thinking for a moment, he wrapped his arms around her.
Pulling her close.
Breathing in her sweet scent.
Her fragrance filled his senses.
Intoxicating.
Lugard's eyes fluttered closed.
Her warmth enveloped him.
Her gentle breathing soothed him.
For the first time in years.
He felt relaxed.
No tension.
No anxiety.
Just... calm.
Lisa's presence was a balm. Soothing his frayed nerves.
Lugard's grip tightened.
Holding her closer.
Inhaling deeper.
Her scent was addictive.
He couldn't get enough.
As he held her, Lugard realized. This was what he needed.
Not pills.
Not therapy.
Just Lisa.
Her presence.
Her scent.
Her warmth.
Lugard's eyelids grew heavy.
His breathing slowed.
For the first time in years.
He felt sleep's gentle pull.
Without struggle.
Without resistance.
He surrendered.
Letting go.
Falling asleep.
Wrapped in Lisa's embrace.
With her scent filling his dreams.
Lugard's sleep was deep and restful.
His body relaxed, mind calm.
No tossing, no turning.
Just peaceful slumber.
Hours passed, and he slept on.
Undisturbed.
Lisa's presence worked its magic.
No insomnia.
No nightmares.
Just dreamless sleep.
Lugard's body rejuvenated.
His mind refreshed.
As morning approached.
He stirred.
Gently.
Opening his eyes.
Lisa's face was inches away.
Sleepy.
Serene.
Lugard smiled.
Feeling... renewed.
Lugard woke up, his gaze falling on Lisa's peaceful face.
A warm smile spread across his features.
Happiness swelled in his heart.
"Troublemaker," he whispered, "you're really my sleeping pill."
His eyes crinkled at the corners.
Admiration and gratitude filled his voice.
"You're the first thing that's helped me sleep in years."
Lugard's fingers traced Lisa's cheek.
Gentle.
Tender.
"You're my remedy," he breathed.
Lisa stirred.
Unaware of Lugard's gaze.
He watched.
Enchanted.
As she slept.
He stood up, his eyes lingering on Lisa's serene face.
Quietly, he left her room.
Closing the door behind him.
Lugard entered his own room.
A sense of calm followed him.
He felt refreshed.
Renewed.
Sleeping beside Lisa had worked wonders.
His insomnia seemed to fade away.
Lugard's thoughts turned introspective.
What was it about Lisa?
Her presence?
Her scent?
Her warmth?
Whatever it was, he wanted more.
Lugard smiled.
A plan began to form.
To make Lisa his permanent sleeping cure.
Here's the continuation:
"Lisa wants a divorce," Lugard thought, his mind racing.
"Troublemaker, asking for a divorce won't help."
His resolve hardened.
"I'll never divorce you, Lisa. I promise."
Memories of his conversation with her mother resurfaced.
"I vowed to keep you safe, Lisa."
Determination burned within him.
"I'll fulfill that promise, no matter what."
Lugard's thoughts turned strategic.
How could he convince Lisa to stay?
What would make her happy?
He recalled their moments together.
The way she argued.
The way she always cross his bottom line .
The way she made him feel.
A plan began to form.
Lugard's eyes narrowed.
"I won't let you go, Lisa."
Not without a fight.
Lisa woke up, stretching languidly.
Her gaze swept the room.
Lugard was nowhere to be seen.
A faint scent of his cologne lingered.
Memories of last night flooded back.
His warmth.
His touch.
His whispered words.
His soft lips on hers.
Lisa's cheeks flushed.
She sat up, tossing aside the covers.
The room seemed empty there is no sign of Lugard.
Lisa's thoughts whirled.
Where did he go?
Why did he leave? without waking me up.
Did he regret last night? Lisa questioned herself.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed.
Her feet dangling in the air.
Lisa's eyes fell on the spot where Lugard last stood.
A small smile played on her lips.
"Mr Eyes Cube ," she whispered.
Lisa entered the bathroom, flipping the switch.
Soft light illuminated the space.
She approached the sink, gazing into the mirror.
Her reflection showed a well-rested face.
A hint of a smile still lingered.
Lisa turned on the faucet, cupping her hands.
Cool water splashed against her skin.
Refreshing.
Invigorating.
She patted her face dry with a towel.
Lisa's thoughts drifted to Lugard.
Last night's events replayed in her mind.
His gentle touch.
His soothing presence.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Stop it, Lisa," she whispered.
Don't get too comfortable.
You're seeking a divorce.
Remember?
Lisa's expression firmed.
She began her morning routine.
Brushing her teeth.
Washing her face.
Styleing her hair.
As she finished, Lisa felt more composed.
Ready to face whatever lay ahead.
She came out of the bathroom, dressed in a elegant outfit.
Her hair was styled perfectly.
Her makeup was subtle.
Lisa looked poised.
Confident.
She headed downstairs.
Her heels clicked on the marble floor.
The estate's grandeur seemed quiet.
Too still.
Lisa's gaze swept the foyer.
Living room.
Kitchen.
No sign of Lugard.
She checked the garage.
His car was parked.
No sign of his departure.
Lisa's brow furrowed.
Where could he be?
Here's the revised continuation:
"Where is Mr. Lu?" she asked the butler.
"Young Master went to his morning run, madam," the butler replied.
Lisa nodded, turning to head to the sitting room.
"Food will soon be ready, madam," the butler said.
Lisa shook her head.
"No need to bother yourself. I'm not hungry yet."
The butler bowed.
"As you wish, madam."
Lisa walked into the sitting room.
The silence enveloped her.
Her thoughts drifted to Lugard.
Their passionate kiss last night.
The way his lips ignited hers.
The way his touch set her ablaze.
Lisa's cheeks flushed.
Her heart raced.
She couldn't shake off the feeling.
That something had shifted.
Between them.
Lisa's reverie was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening.
She rose from the couch.
Lugard walked in, sweat-drenched and radiant.
His eyes locked onto hers.
A hint of a smile played on his lips.
"Morning," he said, approaching her.
Lisa's pulse quickened.
"Morning," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lugard stopped in front of her.
His gaze searched hers.
For what, Lisa wasn't sure.
"Where would you like to go today?" Lugard asked, looking at her calmly.
Lisa's heart fluttered.
She hadn't expected him to ask.
Not after the weeks she had leave here.
"Hmm, I hadn't thought about it," she replied, stalling.
Lugard's gaze held hers.
"Anywhere you'd like," he pressed.
Lisa's thoughts swirled.
She could suggest somewhere crowded.
Or somewhere quiet.
But Lugard's eyes seemed to hold a different suggestion.
"Dress up, we're going out," Lugard said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll take you somewhere."
Lisa's curiosity piqued.
"Where?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Lugard smiled mischievously.
"You'll see."
He turned to head upstairs.
"Twenty minutes," he called out.
Lisa's heart raced.
Anticipation coursed through her veins.
She hurried to her room.
What could Lugard have planned?
Lugard strode into his room, his athletic physique moving with fluid grace.
He headed straight for the en-suite bathroom.
The sound of rushing water filled the air as he stepped into the shower.
Warm water cascaded down his chiseled body.
Suds danced across his skin.
He washed away the sweat.
And fatigue.
Reveling in the refreshing sensation.
Minutes passed.
Lugard emerged.
Droplets glistened on his skin.
He toweled off.
Revealing his well-defined physique.
Next.
He selected a crisp.
White shirt.
And tailored black trousers.
Dressing with effortless elegance.
A slim.
Silver watch.
Adorned his wrist.
Completing his outfit.
Lugard styled his dark hair.
With precision.
A hint of aftershave.
Wafted.
As he stepped out.
Of his room.
Radiating confidence.
And sophistication.
Lugard emerged from his room, a vision of perfection.
His well-defined body, honed from years of discipline, was showcased in his tailored attire.
The crisp, white shirt clung to his broad shoulders, emphasizing his chiseled chest.
The fitted black trousers hugged his lean, muscular legs.
A slim, silver watch adorned his wrist, drawing attention to his strong, beautiful slim hands.
His porcelain-like skin glowed with a radiant, healthy sheen.
Unblemished and smooth, like polished porcelain.
His chiseled features, razor-sharp jawline, and full lips made him a masterpiece.
And those piercing blue eyes, like sapphires shining bright, sparkled with intensity.
Framed by thick, dark lashes, they seemed to see right through to Lisa's soul.
Lugard's gaze commanded attention.
His beauty was ethereal.
Otherworldly.
No mortal could compare.
He was a god among men.
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