Chapter 59: Dead And Buried By Me

As Lisa hugged him, her beautiful scent filled his nose, a subtle blend of floral notes and sweet vanilla. Lugard's eyes narrowed, his senses caught off guard by the pleasant aroma. He wasn't used to noticing such things, wasn't used to being affected by them.

But there was something about Lisa's scent that drew him in, that made him want to breathe deeper. He felt a sudden urge to wrap his arms tighter around her, to hold her closer and inhale more of that sweet fragrance.

Lugard's gaze dropped to Lisa's face, his eyes tracing the curves of her cheekbones, the softness of her lips. He felt a pang of...not quite tenderness, but perhaps curiosity. What was it about this girl that affected him so?

As he looked at her, Lisa's scent continued to fill his senses, a constant reminder of her presence. Lugard's expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed a hint of softening, a crack in his usual armor.

He dropped his hair on Lisa's neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he breathed in deeply. Her scent enveloped him, a sweet and fresh fragrance that filled his senses. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, his tense muscles relaxing as he inhaled deeper.

Lisa's skin was soft and warm beneath his lips, her pulse beating steadily against his mouth. Lugard's eyes closed, his breathing slowing as he savored the moment. He didn't know why, but being close to Lisa like this felt...right.

As he breathed in her scent, Lugard felt a connection to her that he couldn't explain. It was as if her fragrance had awakened something deep within him, something he thought was long dead.

Lisa stirred in his arms, her hand rising to gently stroke his hair. "Mum?" she whispered, still lost in her dream.

Lugard's eyes opened, his gaze meeting Lisa's sleepy stare. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound of their gentle breathing. Then, Lisa's eyes drooped, and she fell back asleep, her hand still tangled in Lugard's hair.

He continues to breathe in her fresh fragments.

As he was breathing in her fresh fragments, Lugard's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing to match Lisa's gentle rhythm. He didn't know how or when, but his body relaxed, his mind quieting as he fell into a deep sleep.

His head remained nestled in the crook of Lisa's neck, his lips still brushing against her skin. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The room was silent, the only sound was the soft rise and fall of their chests. The darkness was absolute, but in that moment, it felt warm and comforting, like a soft blanket wrapped around them.

Lugard's face, normally a mask of stoicism, was relaxed, his features softening as he slept. Lisa's hand remained tangled in his hair, her grip gentle as she held him close.

Together, they slept, lost in a world of dreams, their hearts beating as one.

As the minutes ticked by, the servants and the butler grew increasingly restless. They had been waiting outside Lisa's door for what felt like an eternity, expecting Lugard to emerge at any moment with orders to remove Lisa's unconscious body.

But the door remained closed, and an unsettling silence emanated from within. The servants exchanged nervous glances, their whispers growing more urgent.

"Where is he?" one of them whispered. "He should have come out by now."

"Perhaps he's...taking care of it himself," another servant suggested, her voice trembling.

The butler, Mr. Jenkins, cleared his throat, his expression stern. "We must be patient. Master Lugard will emerge when he is ready."

But as the silence stretched on, even Mr. Jenkins began to show signs of unease. He checked his pocket watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his brow furrowed in concern.

Here's another attempt at continuing the story:

There was no movement from the room. The servants and the butler stood frozen, their ears straining to pick up any sound from within. But the silence was absolute, punctuated only by the soft ticking of the grandfather clock in the hallway.

Sarah, the young maid, couldn't contain her anxiety. "Maybe...maybe they're both dead," she stammered, her eyes wide with fear.

The others turned to her, their faces stern. "Don't say that!" one of them whispered sharply.

But the seed of doubt had been planted. The servants exchanged nervous glances, their minds racing with terrible possibilities.

Mr. Jenkins, the butler, cleared his throat. "We will not speculate," he said firmly. "We will wait until morning, and then we will...proceed accordingly."

But his voice lacked its usual confidence, and the servants noticed. They knew that Mr. Jenkins was hiding something, and their fear grew with each passing moment.

As they stood there, frozen in uncertainty, the darkness outside seemed to press in around them, like a physical presence. And in that oppressive silence, they couldn't shake off the feeling that they were waiting for something terrible to emerge from that closed door...

Here's a continuation:

The servants and butler dispersed, leaving the hallway empty and silent once more. But in Lisa's room, a sudden sound broke the stillness. A soft, melodic ringing filled the air, echoing off the walls.

Lugard's eyes flickered open, his gaze disoriented for a moment before focusing on Lisa's peaceful face beside him. He reached out, his hand brushing against her cheek, and then he sat up, his movements fluid and silent.

His phone, lying on the bedside table, buzzed softly, the screen glowing in the dark room. Lugard's eyes narrowed as he reached out and grabbed it, his thumb swiping across the screen to end the call without hesitation.

He didn't want to disturb Lisa's sleep, not now, not after the tumultuous events of the night. He silenced the phone, his movements swift and economical, and then he lay back down beside her, his eyes fist on her serene face.

His eyes snapped back, his gaze focusing on the phone's screen as he checked the caller ID. His younger sister's name flashed on the display, and his expression turned calm. He checked the time - 7:15 am - and then quickly dialed her number, his movements swift and precise.

The phone rang only once before his sister answered, her voice sleepy and sweet. "Hey, big bro. I'm so sorry to wake you up this early."

Lugard's voice was warm and gentle, his tone soothing. "Hey, little one. It's okay. What's going on? You know I'm always here."

Kelly's voice trembled slightly, and Lugard's instincts kicked in. "What's wrong, Kelly? Talk."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Lugard's grip on the phone tightened. "big brother, She said, "I need to ask you something, bro."

Lugard's brow furrowed, his mind racing with possibilities. "What is it, Kelly?"

Kelly's voice turn bright and cheerful. "How is my pretty sister-in-law?"

Lugard's confusion deepened. He stared at the sleeping figure on the bed, his mind struggling to connect the dots. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice calm.

Kelly's tone turned puzzled. "That's what I just asked. How is my pretty sister-in-law?"

Lugard's response was measured. "I don't know."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then Kelly spoke, her voice tinged with confusion. "Big brother, what do you mean you don't know? You're married to her, aren't you?"

Lugard's stared at the sleeping figure, his mind racing with explanations. But before he could respond, Kelly continued, her voice laced with concern. "Big brother, what's going on? Is everything okay?"

"She's already dead and buried by me," Lugard said calmly.

"Kelly, look puzzled on the other side of the line.

Hundred years ago. So don't ask me about her, she's too annoying and troublesome."

Kelly's voice was angry and shrill over the phone. "What do you mean my best friend is too annoying and troublesome? She's a rare treasure!"

Lugard's tone remained nonchalant. "You can go and have the rare treasure in her grave.

Huh, I will tell Mummy and Daddy if you harm her." Kelly protest angrily.

Kell's words were cut off as Lugard ended the call, a slight smile playing on his lips.