14: Chapter 14 Are you…
not up to it?
14: Chapter 14 Are you…
not up to it?
The chilly light spilled over, casting a highlight on the neatly trimd short hair, making the man’s aura seem even colder and more reserved.
The eyes hidden beneath the short fringe were pitch-black, deep and dark like the ocean, a fleeting emotion vanished in a flash.
“Tonight we’ll stay at the old house.
The servants will clean up the room next door later.”
“Aren’t we sleeping together?” Serena Sumrs’ eyes narrowed slightly, her red lips puckering slightly, signaling her dissatisfaction.
“It’s not convenient.”
Lucas Shaw clenched his fist and coughed lightly, covering up the embarrassnt inside.
Serena Sumrs straightened up, her porcelain white little face puffing up, glaring at him irritatedly.
“What’s inconvenient?
We’re already married, since when do couples live separately on their first day of marriage?”
She leaned in closer, scanning Lucas Shaw suspiciously, “Tell , could it be…
you can’t do it?”
“I can take your pulse for you!”
Serena Sumrs grabbed Lucas Shaw’s hand and pretended to check his pulse.
Lucas Shaw’s thin lips were tightly pressed into a straight line, his handso face darkening as if it could drip ink.
He leaned over, pushing Serena Sumrs down on the bed, his tall and imposing figure pressing onto her.
The man’s cold and mysterious aura spread out, hinting at an indescribable danger.
“Serena Sumrs, don’t you ever repeat what you just said.”
Serena Sumrs was caught off guard and pushed down, letting out an instinctive cry, wrapping her arms around the man’s neck.
By the ti she ca to her senses, she was already lying on the bed.
Lucas Shaw’s face, carved by God himself, was close at hand, his body emitting a clear and pleasant scent of pine that made Serena Sumrs’ heartbeat quicken involuntarily.
Looking at the magnified handso face before her, she felt sowhat at a loss, and her cheeks quietly flushed with a rosy color.
Just then, a series of footsteps suddenly approached.
“Sorry, Young Master, Young Madam, I didn’t an to intrude.”
The sudden voice of the servant interrupted the ambiguous atmosphere between the two.
Lucas Shaw was the first to co back to reality, quickly sitting up from the bed and pretending to casually smooth out the slight wrinkles on his suit.
His eyes dark and threatening as they shifted to the servant, like they could kill, “What is it?”
The servant’s legs trembled, her heart pounding like thunder, wishing she could just find a crack in the ground to disappear into.
She saw sothing she shouldn’t have; would Young Master silence her?
With terror in her heart, her voice shaking, “You-Young Master, the room is ready, right next door.”
Lucas Shaw glimpsed at Serena Sumrs, whose cheeks were flushed, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling slightly as he said in a deep voice, “It’s not needed.”
“Ah?”
The servant, confused, looked up only to hear Lucas Shaw say faintly, “Bring her clothes and daily necessities over.
On the wedding night, how can we live apart?”
The servant looked up at Lucas Shaw in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to change his mind so quickly.
She frowned, unsure what to do, and stood still.
The mistress had specifically instructed that Lucas Shaw and Serena Sumrs must not sleep in the sa room.
Now that Lucas Shaw had suddenly gone back on his word, how should she explain this to the mistress?
Lucas Shaw’s tone suddenly turned cold, “What?
Do you want to do it myself?”
The man’s voice was deep and hoarse, with a strong sense of oppression.
The servant’s heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly replied, “No, no.
I’ll go right away.”
After the servant left, Lucas Shaw looked at Serena Sumrs and explained, “Grandpa wants us to stay at the old house for the next couple of days.
If you’re not comfortable, we can go back ho after that.”
Even though Master Shaw had agreed to let Serena treat him, he still couldn’t let go of the worries deep in his heart.
Therefore, he specially suggested that Lucas Shaw and Serena temporarily stay at the old house.
Lucas Shaw had moved out after becoming an adult and only occasionally returned.
He liked quiet, so he had been living alone all these years.
Serena noticed that Lucas Shaw’s mood seed a bit down and hurriedly leaned in, tugging at the hem of his clothes, “It’s okay, as long as you’re by my side, I can live anywhere.”
Hearing this, a warm current surged through Lucas Shaw’s heart, “Thank you.”
Serena blinked her shiny eyes and leaned her cheek closer.
She extended her fair fingertips and tapped on her cheek, “Words are not enough, if you really want to thank , prove it with actions.”
Lucas Shaw choked, pushed away the porcelain-white face that was close to him, and said with so disdain, “Dream on.”
Serena covered the cheek which had been pressed and pouted her lips in complaint, “Other people’s husbands are so affectionate with their wives, hugging and kissing them.
You don’t pamper at all.”
Lucas Shaw looked down at his eyelashes and clicked his tongue silently, “Our marriage is different from others.
Serena, I’ve never imagined that I could have the emotions that are within reach for normal people.”
Because he knew he wouldn’t live long.
Everyone said he was indifferent by nature and reclusive in character, even his closest family mbers thought so.
But they didn’t know that all this was deliberately done by Lucas Shaw.
If he was just an expendable person to others, then no one would be saddened by his death.
Since he was young, Lucas Shaw hardly made any friends.
There were no won around him either.
Alone.
Striding alone.
Serena looked at Lucas Shaw, seeing the lancholic and lonely aura surrounding him, her heart suddenly ached.
She pursed her lips and quickly wrapped her arms around Lucas Shaw’s neck, burying her cheek in the crook of his shoulder, and said word by word, “Lucas Shaw, what others have, you will have too.”
“I will cure you.
You will never have to escape again or be envious of others.”
At this mont, Serena was extrely grateful that she had learned dical skills from her master.
And she was extrely glad that she had not missed out on Lucas Shaw.
Feeling the soft body in his arms and the warm breath on the back of his neck, Lucas Shaw’s body stiffened again, and a trace of confusion crossed his pitch-black pupils.
His hand was raised high, stiffened in the air for a mont, and eventually fell back down.
…
Late at night, Lucas Shaw and Serena Sumrs lay on a spacious bed, in the pitch-black room where only their breathing sounds could be heard.
Lucas Shaw’s eyes were slightly closed, his lips pressed tightly into a straight line, seemingly asleep.
Wrapped in a soft duvet, Serena’s eyes, dark and animated, shifted around, appearing especially bright in the dark night.
She turned her head towards Lucas Shaw, “Honey, are you asleep?”
Silence was her only answer.
Serena pursed her lips, looking at the distance between her and Lucas Shaw, wide enough for a whole person, and felt sowhat dissatisfied.
Her eyes shifted slightly, and then her little feet hidden under the blanket slowly crept towards Lucas Shaw.
From a distance, one could clearly see a small bulge wrapped in the duvet, continuously wriggling in the direction of Lucas Shaw.
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