Chapter 132: Passionate Night
The elevator climbed steadily upward, the warm yellow lights in the car casting our shadows together—mine and Lucas's, overlapping.
At the edge of the hot spring plaza, we shared a long, tender kiss.
When our eyes met, we both understood the desire in each other's gaze.
Fortunately, my private room at the hotel was cleaned daily. Lucas held me face to face, kicked the door shut after we entered, then pressed me against the wall and kissed me.
My shoes fell to the floor.
He tore my stockings.
He threw off his jacket carelessly and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pushing it upward.
"What's the rush?" I pushed him back and wiggled my leg. "Go take a shower first."
Lucas buried his head in my neck and shoulder, steadying his breathing, his voice slightly hoarse. "Are you backing out?"
"What if I said yes?" I gently stroked the back of his neck.
Lucas put on a fierce expression, his eyes hurt.
I couldn't help but laugh.
"I won't back out." I cupped his face in my hands, lowered my head to peck the corner of his lips, teasing him. "I told you—if you behave well, I'm willing to give you a little taste of something sweet."
Our noses touched, our breaths mingled, the warmth of our kiss continuing to build.
Lucas's gaze darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing. He carried me quickly into the room, placed me on the bed, and walked toward the bathroom while unbuttoning his shirt.
"I'll be right out."
He casually pushed the bathroom door without closing it all the way. The sound of water came from inside.
I took the opportunity to message James, asking him to recommend some tour itineraries to those wealthy ladies tomorrow.
The water stopped, and Lucas came out casually wrapped in a towel.
I instinctively glanced at the scars on his body. No new wounds recently—the old ones had all turned to scars and were healing well.
Lucas flexed slightly to make his muscles more prominent, asking with feigned casualness, "Like what you see?"
I mentally rolled my eyes at him. What an act—clearly excited but pretending to be cool. If he were a dog, his tail would probably be wagging.
I put down my phone and reached out to him. "Carry me to the bathroom."
Lucas immediately picked me up. "Any other orders?"
"Help me shower." I raised my hand to hook around his neck, pulling him closer, my nose brushing his jaw. "And later, put in some effort."
Pressed tightly against him, I could clearly feel his chest rising and falling.
Urgent kisses rained down, passionate and wild.
An hour later, he carried me out of the bathroom. I was already regretting having teased him too much.
Lucas placed me on the bed, skillfully playing with my body, inviting me into the whirlpool of sex.
At 3:30 in the morning, I kicked him with my sore legs. "Get out!"
"Okay, we're done." Lucas obediently held my legs and carefully massaged my muscles.
Fighting off drowsiness, I pointed toward the door. "You can leave now."
Then I pulled the blanket up, wanting to cover my head.
Lucas leaned over me, supporting himself on his arms, gritting his teeth. "What am I to you, a vibrator? You get off and then tell me to leave?"
I was too tired to open my eyes. "I can control when a vibrator starts and stops. I told you to stop—did you listen?"
"That's my fault." Lucas softened his tone. "Bella, let me stay."
I rolled over wrapped in the blanket, my back to him, fully embodying the attitude of a player.
"Bella?" Lucas hugged me along with the blanket. "I was too much before. I won't be like that anymore."
I tried to fight off sleep to hear what he was saying, but his voice grew more and more distant, more and more blurred.
In the morning, I woke up in the warm cocoon of blankets to find myself and Lucas with our legs intertwined, embracing each other intimately.
Lucas's face up close was especially handsome, but I pushed him away without hesitation.
In the latter half of the night, I'd dreamed of being caught by a pure white wolf. It was massive, with a familiar scent of cedar on its body.
It pinned me down with its thick paws, and I lay beneath its warm belly while its heavy tail wrapped around my body, pressing down so I could barely breathe.
The wolf in my dream was Lucas. I glared at him irritably.
Just then Lucas opened his eyes, his gaze clear—obviously he'd been awake for a while.
"Why are you still here?" I asked in a muffled voice.
Lucas played dumb. "You told me to stay."
I threw off his arm that was draped across my stomach and got up.
There was no sticky discomfort on my body. Only then did I notice that Lucas had cleaned me while I was asleep and even dressed me in pajamas.
I walked into the bathroom. Lucas followed right behind me. I held my toothbrush in my mouth and looked at him in the mirror, my eyes asking: What?
Lucas hugged me from behind, his tone somewhat excited. "There are no sexy nightgowns in your closet."
He was happy—even after the divorce, I hadn't slept with any other men besides him.
I glanced at him coolly. He'd been monitoring my movements all along and knew I had no new lovers, but his heart was still full of suspicion until last night when he finally felt reassured.
I thought again of Oscar's words—Lucas's nature hadn't changed; he was just suppressing his obsession and possessiveness.
I spat out the toothpaste foam. "I never liked sexy nightgowns in the first place. I like loose, comfortable cotton pajamas and long pants. I don't like nightgowns either."
I rinsed my mouth unhurriedly, then said, "If it weren't to please you, I wouldn't have worn those sexy nightgowns, dressing myself up like a prostitute, only to hear you call me slutty and cheap."
The joy on Lucas's face vanished completely. He pressed his lips tightly together, and after a long moment said, "I'm sorry."
I waved my hand dismissively, washed my face, then did my skincare routine. Lucas stood beside me the whole time.
"Everything before was my choice anyway. We're divorced now."
The morning wasn't warm at all. Lucas wanted to be affectionate with me, but my attitude and how things were developing were nothing like he'd imagined.
Lucas fell into a gloomy silence.
Alfred brought his clothes. He deliberately changed slowly—his body was sexy, but I'd seen enough last night, so I focused on my makeup without distraction.
Lucas finished changing but didn't leave. He wandered around my room, picking up the clothes he'd carelessly taken off last night, throwing the torn stockings in the trash. He said he'd buy me a new pair, then picked up the watering can and watered the plants I kept on the windowsill.
Watching him busily tidy up the room in my vanity mirror felt quite novel.
"Seems like it's getting warmer." Lucas finished watering, put the watering can back, and said.
I glanced out the window. There was a hint of fresh green on the trees.
"Spring is here," I said.
Just then someone knocked on the door. Lucas went to answer it.
"Why is it you?" Jonas's voice came from outside the door. "What are you doing in Bella's room?"
"Why shouldn't I be here?" Lucas shot back. "It's perfectly normal for me to be here."
I heard him showing off proudly, "I was with Bella last night. All night."
I felt a bit shy and embarrassed. I put down my eyeliner and walked out of the dressing room.
Lucas and Jonas faced off, one standing inside the door, one outside. Hearing footsteps, they both looked at me simultaneously.
"Bella." Jonas called my name softly, his voice low.
I'd meant to greet him, but my gaze involuntarily went to Lucas—several buttons on his shirt that had been fastened were now undone, his collar open and somewhat wrinkled, giving off an ambiguous air.
Jonas's expression stiffened.
But Lucas faced my scrutiny openly. That's right—he did it on purpose.