Chapter 60 Made a Mistake, Regretted It
I was kidnapped by Lucas.
This was something I never saw coming.
Lucas actually did something this crazy!
I thought I was just going out to talk to him for a bit. I didn't bring my phone, just threw a coat over my pajamas. I didn't bring my gun or the anesthetic pen disguised as a ballpoint pen.
Even worse, I'd just recovered from a serious illness. I was no match for Lucas in terms of strength or stamina.
What made me even more anxious and scared was how Gale and Brian would react when they found out Lucas had taken me.
Gale's warning still seemed to echo in my ears. I instinctively grabbed Lucas's collar tight. "Let me out of the car! Lucas, have you lost your mind?"
A sudden dull pain hit the back of my neck. I looked at Lucas in disbelief as darkness swallowed my consciousness.
Half asleep, half awake, I felt Lucas carrying me in his arms, taking me down a long stretch of road.
My ear pressed against his chest, his strong heartbeat kept me company, gradually syncing with my own heartbeat, like our souls were resonating.
He laid me on a bed.
Soft, warm lips covered mine. His kisses came with urgent breathing, slowly moving from my forehead to the corner of my lips, pressing hard, as if he wanted to devour me.
His cool hands brushed across my cheek, his touch gentle yet possessive.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was completely silent.
Familiar beige wallpaper, an overly soft, large bed, and decorative paintings I'd chosen hanging on the wall.
And the luggage Lucas had taken when he left the villa—almost all of it was here.
—This was Lucas's company, his lounge.
I remembered the last time I came was before autumn, when the seasons were changing. I came to do a deep clean.
A cleaning service would have been more professional for this kind of thing, but I liked taking care of everything for Lucas, filling his life with traces of me, even if he didn't notice.
But now, this place has become my prison.
"You're awake?" The door was gently pushed open, and Lucas walked in.
He'd changed into clean black loungewear, his hair was dry, and his expression was calm. He looked much more normal.
He was carrying a tray and walked to the bedside.
I watched him warily. My mind raced, and I pretended to forget that Lucas had knocked me out, weakly curling up under the covers. "Did I pass out again?"
Fighting back would only waste energy. Better to act weak first and lower Lucas's guard.
Lucas set the tray on the low cabinet by the bed and sat down beside me.
I saw the tray held a bowl of oatmeal, a glass of warm water, and two white pills.
"Oscar said you need to rest properly." Lucas helped me sit up, his attitude firm and refusing any objection.
Oscar was Lucas's private doctor. I glanced at the clock on the wall—eleven thirty. But there were no windows in the lounge, so I couldn't tell if it was day or night.
"How long was I out?"
Lucas didn't answer. He put the spoon in my hand. "Eat something first, then take the medicine."
I held the soft silicone spoon and glanced at the oatmeal in the bowl, feeling resistant.
"I want to brush my teeth. I can't eat without brushing my teeth."
Lucas took the spoon away. I thought he'd agreed, and was about to throw off the covers and get out of bed, but he scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal and forcefully brought it to my mouth.
I turned my head to avoid it and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Lucas stared at me, then suddenly smiled. "Are you afraid I drugged the oatmeal?"
My hands gripped the covers tightly. I stiffly pulled at the corner of my mouth. "No!"
As soon as I opened my mouth, the spoon shoved in, hitting my teeth. The slightly hot oatmeal stung my lips. I instinctively turned my head and spat the oatmeal out.
A strange taste lingered in my mouth. I licked my lips, carefully identifying it. "Sleeping pills?"
"You figured it out already? You're even sharper than I thought." Lucas scooped up another spoonful of oatmeal and brought it to my mouth again.
I swatted the spoon away, and the oatmeal splattered onto Lucas's face.
He blinked. "Fine, don't eat then."
I looked at him with suspicion, not believing he'd be this good-tempered.
Sure enough, the next second, he grabbed my chin, forcing my mouth open, and forcibly shoved those two pills in.
I struggled violently. The oatmeal and water spilled on me, Lucas, and the covers.
He pressed down hard on my jaw. The pills slid down my throat, and I couldn't help gagging.
After a while, Lucas finally let go. He casually pulled out a few tissues to wipe his hands, looking at me expressionlessly.
My voice was hoarse. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"I should have done this a long time ago." Lucas held me, gently stroking my cheek. "I never should have let you leave with your brothers. I admit you look amazing when you're running your business, but I prefer you staying by my side."
"I'm a person! Not your pet!"
How ridiculous! Talking about keeping me by his side—wasn't he the one who asked for a divorce and told me to leave?
Lucas seemed to understand what I was thinking. He lowered his head and kissed my lips. "The divorce was my mistake. I regret it."
What mistake? I didn't understand.
The medicine Lucas made me take started working. Dizziness hit me. My eyelids felt heavy as lead, and my limbs grew weaker and weaker.
He picked me up and had someone come in to clean up the soiled bedding, then carried me into the bathroom.
I could vaguely feel Lucas removing my clothes, his body temperature pressed against my skin.
Warm lips covered my forehead. Light kisses slowly traced across my eyes, the tip of my nose, finally landing on the corner of my lips.
His hand slid from my neck to my waist, continuing downward. The warm water and his fingertips burned, making my whole body tingle.
I had no strength to struggle. I could only let him do as he pleased, like a living doll.
I don't know how much time passed. When I woke up, I was alone in the room. Lucas wasn't there. The lamp on the nightstand gave off a faint warm glow.
I grabbed the lamp's knob and turned it to the brightest setting, propping up my sore body. I was covered in kiss marks.
My legs were sore and numb. I was certain Lucas had sex with me, and again, he didn't wear a condom.
Although he'd bathed me, he'd come too deep inside and hadn't cleaned it out properly. I felt uncomfortable.
Someone knocked on the door.
I held my breath alertly. After two seconds, Alfred's voice came from outside. "Ms. Sorelli, are you awake?"
I relaxed, pulling my collar together. "Come in."
Alfred came in carrying food, followed by someone else—Oscar.
"You need to eat something," Alfred said respectfully. "And let Oscar check you over."
"No need for a checkup. Just get me some emergency contraception." I irritably glanced at the creamy pasta and salad on the tray—my favorite flavors, but I didn't dare eat them.
"What's the date today? Give me my phone. I want to make a call."
"I'm sorry, Ms. Sorelli. Mr. Valeri has instructed us not to give you a phone." Alfred looked at me carefully. "And you must eat."
I was getting annoyed. "Tell me, what's going on with Lucas?"
"He's not crazy, not a pervert, not mentally ill," Oscar said.
He was a little old man with a detached personality who liked boring jokes. His self-proclaimed humorous speaking style often left people baffled.
"Mr. Valeri just has some psychological issues. Simply put, he's severely lacking in love."
"I already knew that." I raised my voice. "But that's not a reason for him to imprison me!"
"Please calm down," Oscar said. "After Mr. Valeri married you, his psychological condition gradually improved. However, he seems to have misunderstood and attributed the improvement to Amelia."
I rubbed my temples. When Lucas said he made a mistake, was this what he meant?