Chapter 72: Jealous

Lugard's eyes locked onto hers.

"husband, my lord," he whispered.

Lisa's cheeks flushed. "My husband, my lord," she repeated.

Lugard's smile was triumphant.

"Now, let's proceed with your punishment," he said.

Lisa tried to escape, but Lugard was too quick.

He grabbed her wrists, pulling her back into his chest.

His lips crashed down on hers, silencing her struggles.

The kiss was fierce, possessive, and utterly dominating.

Lisa's resistance melted away, replaced by a rush of desire.

She felt his warmth, his taste, and his unyielding passion.

Lugard's grip tightened, his fingers intertwined with hers.

"You're not going anywhere," he whispered, his breath mingling with hers.

Lisa's eyes fluttered closed, her body surrendering.

The room spun around her, leaving only Lugard's presence.

Lugard deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her depths.

Lisa's senses reeled, her pulse racing with every beat.

His touch ignited a fire within her, melting her fears.

She yielded, her lips parting further, inviting him in.

Lugard's growl of approval vibrated through her.

His hands roamed, tracing curves and contours.

Lisa's thoughts dissolved into sensation.

tear them apart.

Suddenly, he stopped, his lips releasing hers.

Lugard's eyes gleamed with intensity, his chest heaving.

"I need a minute," he whispered, his voice husky.

He walked towards the bathroom, leaving Lisa breathless.

The sudden separation left her feeling bereft.

Lisa's eyes followed him, her mind reeling.

What was happening?

Why did he stop again?

She heard the bathroom door close, followed by the sound of running water.

Lisa's thoughts swirled, her body still humming from his touch.

She lay there, trying to make sense of Lugard's sudden departure.

The sound of running water still filled the silence.

Lisa's curiosity got the better of her.

She tossed off the covers and padded softly towards the bathroom.

The door was slightly ajar.

Lisa hesitated, then decided to wait for him outside.

She closed the door, her mind racing with questions.

Why did he stop?

What was he thinking?

She walked back to the bed, her eyes drifting to the bathroom door.

The sound of running water stopped.

The door opened, and Lugard emerged, with a towel-drying his hair.

His gaze locked onto hers, intensity burning in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Lisa asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lugard's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched.

"Nothing," he said, his tone clipped.

Lisa's eyes searched his, sensing the tension.

"Don't lie to me," she whispered.

Lugard's gaze dropped, his shoulders sagging.

"I just...need to give you sometime," he admitted. you are still Unripe.

Lisa's heart ached.

Lugard slid into bed, his eyes closing.

"Goodnight, troublemaker," he whispered.

Lisa's lips curled biting her lips.

"Goodnight," she replied.

The room fell silent, except for the sound of their gentle breathing.

Sleep claimed them, wrapping them in a warm embrace.

Lisa woke up to an empty bed, Lugard's side cold. She frowned and rubbed her eyes. Where is he? she murmured, getting up from bed and walking towards the bathroom to shower.

After taking a refreshing bath and dressing up in a elegant white dress, Lisa felt revitalized. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her bright green eyes sparkled.

Just as she was finishing her makeup, Lugard walked in, his presence commanding attention. "Come down, let's eat," he said calmly.

Lisa stared at this beautiful, cold God. His chiseled features and piercing blue eyes left her breathless. She nodded and followed him silently.

They descended to the dining area, where a sumptuous breakfast spread awaited. Lugard held out her chair, his hand brushing against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

As they ate, the silence between them was palpable. Lisa couldn't help but steal glances at Lugard, wondering what lay beneath his stoic exterior.

"Today's schedule?" Lisa asked, breaking the silence.

Lugard's gaze met hers. "I have meetings. You're free to explore the estate or city."

Lisa nodded, sensing a hint of distance in his tone.

At the corner of the restaurant, a group of girls stared, glaring daggers at Lisa. "What's so good about her? Only beauty," one sneered.

"How can she have this prince charming all to herself?" another lamented.

Emilia, their ringleader, gazed at the couple with intensity. "I want him as mine," she declared, her voice serious.

A friend intervened, "What about Chris?"

Emilia's response was calm and calculated. "I'll break up with him."

Her friend raised an eyebrow. "You don't even know Lugard's status."

Emilia's eyes narrowed. "I won't let this beauty god, the most handsome man I've ever seen, go."

The girls whispered among themselves, speculating about Lugard and Lisa's relationship.

"Are they celebrities?" one asked.

"No, I've never seen them before," another replied. "They look like they're in a relationship."

Emilia's eyes sparkled with determination. "Can't you see they haven't talked much since they started eating? Maybe they're not that close."

Her friends paused, lips pursed. "Yes, maybe there's a chance for you, our queen, Lady Emilia."

Emilia smiled, sipping her wine. "If there's no chance, I'll make one for myself in his heart. He will belong to only me."

As Lugard and Lisa finished their meal, Emilia confidently approached their table.

"Mind if I join you?" Emilia asked, her smile radiant.

Lisa's eyes met Emilia's, then shifted to the empty chair. "Not at all," she said politely, gesturing.

Emilia sat, extending her hand. "Emilia Grey. I couldn't help but notice you two are quite... captivating."

Lisa shook Emilia's hand, sensing an undercurrent of tension. "I'm Lisa, and this is Lugard."

Lugard's expression remained stoic, his eyes fixed on his coffee.

Emilia chatted effortlessly, trying to draw Lugard into conversation. However, his monosyllabic responses left her undeterred.

Lisa observed Emilia's persistent flirting, her unease growing.

"Lisa, I must say, your taste in companions is impeccable," Emilia said, her gaze locked on Lugard.

Lugard's eyes flickered, his attention still focused on his coffee.

Lisa sensed Emilia's hidden agenda, her instincts on high alert.

"Thank you," Lisa replied coolly.

Emilia turned to Lugard. "Would you care to join me for a charity gala tonight?"

Lugard's gaze remained fixed on his coffee. "I have prior commitments."

Emilia's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered.

As Emilia's gaze lingered on Lugard, Lisa felt a pang of unease. She couldn't deny the tension between them, but Lugard's cold demeanor kept Emilia at bay. Lisa wondered if Emilia was simply intrigued by Lugard's enigmatic nature or genuinely interested.

Lisa observed Emilia's polished smile and effortless charm, qualities she couldn't match. A flicker of insecurity arose, but she pushed it aside. Lugard's behavior toward Emilia was detached, reassuring Lisa.

Emilia glanced at her watch. "I have a meeting. Nice meeting you, Lisa. Lugard." She stood, her eyes locking onto Lugard's for a fraction of a second.

Lugard nodded curtly.

As Emilia left, Lisa let out a silent breath.

Lugard's gaze shifted to Lisa, his expression unreadable. "Ready to leave?"

Yes, Lisa replied, and he led her towards their car. As they settled down into the car, Lisa looked at Lugard with a warning gaze.

"That lady from earlier doesn't have pure intentions towards you. I can sense it," Lisa said, her voice firm.

Lugard licked his lips, relaxing his back into the driver's seat. He stared at her, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Lugard chuckled, his eyes crinkling. "Jealous, Troublemaker?"

Lisa's denial was swift. "Who's jealous? I'm just saying it. If you want to flirt with anyone, do it behind my back. We're married, after all."

Lugard's grin grew. "And what will you do, pour hot water on me?"

Lisa's gaze narrowed. "Worse than that."

Lugard leaned in, his voice low. "I'm shaking in my boots, wife."

Lisa's cheeks flushed, her heart racing.

As the car moved, Lisa glanced at Lugard, her expression softening.

Lugard's amusement faded, replaced by curiosity. Lisa's possessiveness intrigued him. Was she truly jealous, or just protective?

Lisa gazed out the window, her mind whirling. Why did Lugard's words affect her? She wasn't jealous... was she?