Chapter 64: A gratitude Kiss

Lisa furrowed a bit before understanding. "You mean Lugard?" Her thoughts flashed back to the rumors that had painted him as an ugly beast. She had believed them, and her father's arranged marriage had left her terrified.

"But who knows, the man behind the rumors was as handsome as a god—extraordinarily handsome, surpassing any celebrity." Lisa's laughter filled the line. "That was a huge surprise, Dad. I never expected that ending."

Mr. Davis chuckled, clearly delighted. "I know you were really scared back then, and you even got angry with me because of it. Are you still mad at me?"

Lisa's tone turned playful. "I'm still mad at you, Dad."

Mr. Davis's warm laughter reassured her. "I'm glad I could surprise you, baby. Now, how is my boy treating you? Is he making you happy?"

Lisa's gaze drifted to the balcony, her eyes widened, Lugard appeared, relaxing against the railing as he gazed at the dark clouds. His presence seemed to command the space around him.

"Yeah...yeah..." Lisa's words faltered, her throat constricting as Lugard's eyes met hers, his gaze intense, as if waiting for her to talk nonsense about him.

Lugard's piercing gaze held Lisa's, as if sensing her emotions. She felt a shiver run down her spine, her heart racing. Mr. Davis's voice brought her back to reality.

"Lisa, baby, are you there? You seemed to have spaced out," Mr. Davis said, concern creeping into his tone.

Lisa cleared her throat, attempting to compose herself. "Yeah, Dad, I'm here. Sorry about that." She forced a laugh. "Just got distracted by the beautiful view."

Lugard's gaze lingered on hers for a moment before he turned back to the cityscape, his expression unreadable.

"So, tell me more about Lugard," Mr. Davis pressed on. "Is he treating you well? Does he make you feel loved?"

Lisa's thoughts swirled, memories of Lugard's cold attitude, gentle touch, his hurtful words, and his unwavering support flooding her mind. "Yes, Dad, he's...he's amazing," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lugard's ears seemed to perk up at her words, his shoulders relaxing ever so slightly.

Mr. Davis's warm tone filled the line. "I'm glad to hear that, baby. You deserve all the happiness in the world. I'll let you go now. Take care, and I'll talk to you soon."

Lisa smiled, feeling a mix of emotions. "Love you, Dad."

"Love you too, baby," Mr. Davis replied before hanging up.

As Lisa lowered her phone, Lugard turned to her, his eyes searching. ".

Lugard turned and looked at her, his piercing eyes locking onto hers. Lisa stared at his beautiful face, her heart skipping a beat.

"What did you need, Mr. Lu?" Lisa asked, trying to sound casual despite the flutter in her chest.

Lugard stepped closer to her, his tall frame towering over her like a mountain. Lisa swallowed hard, feeling the air thicken between them.

"Mr. Lu, what do you want to do?" Lisa asked nervously, her voice barely above a whisper.

"If I weren't here, what did you want to tell your dad about me?" Lugard asked, his tone calm and teasing, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Lisa smiled, looking up at him. "I'd say you're a good man, the best," she replied, her voice steady, despite the racing of her heart.

Lugard's gaze held hers, his expression unreadable. The silence between them was palpable, charged with tension.

Suddenly, Lugard's face inches from hers, his warm breath caressing her skin. "You think I'm the best, huh?" he whispered, his voice low and husky.

Lisa's pulse quickened, her senses overwhelmed by his proximity. She felt like she was drowning in the depths of his blue eyes.

"Yes," she whispered back, her voice barely audible.

Lugard's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I'm glad you think so," he said, his voice filled with warmth.

The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of raw connection.

Thinking of how it will feel holding this handsome beauty, God, Lisa circled her hand around his neck and smiled. "Though you make me angry and sad sometimes, you are still the best for now, Mr. Lu. Thanks for saving me many times. I haven't thanked you properly because you're too annoying and cold."

Assuming his assistant or the butler was there, hearing Lisa call their master cold in front of him, they would run away for there dear life.

Lugard was surprised by her sudden action; she didn't usually get close to him, let alone hug his neck. He was taken aback by her sudden boldness.

He looked down at her beautiful face, his lips rising in a cunning smile. "What will you do to show your gratitude? How do you plan to thank me?" Lugard asked, staring at his little troublemaker.

Lisa bit her lips in deep thought. She remembered how couples used to show appreciation in movies and real life. Her face turned red.

"How about a kiss? A kiss to show my gratitude?" Lisa suggested, blushing uncontrollably.

Lugard just stared at her calmly, his eyes filled with amazement. He walked towards the bed and sat down.

"Come help me change the bandage," Lugard said with a cold tone, his expression unreadable.

Lisa's heart skipped a beat. Had she misread the situation?

Lisa's face burned brighter as she hesitated, her eyes fixed on Lugard's calm demeanor. She hadn't expected that reaction.

"Come help me change the bandage," Lugard repeated, his voice still low and even.

Lisa's heart racing, she walked towards him, her hands shaking slightly as she began to unwrap the bandage.

As she revealed the wound, Lugard's gaze locked onto hers, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.

"Your gratitude kiss can wait," Lugard said, his voice laced with a hint of teasing.

Lisa's cheeks flamed, but she focused on tending to his wound, her touch gentle.

As she worked, Lugard's hand brushed against hers, sending shivers down her spine.

"Thank you, Lisa," Lugard said, his voice softening.

Lisa's eyes met his, and for a moment, they just stared at each other.

After changing his bandage, she said, "Done."

"Didn't the people working in your company and your friends, questioned the mighty Miller Lugard, about what happened to his head?" Lisa asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Lugard relaxed on the bed without saying anything for a moment. "They asked, not only them, even other people outside and my rivals asked," he replied.

Lisa furrowed her brow, feeling sorry for him. Why did she hit him like that in the first place? she thought.

"What did you tell them?" Lisa asked, feeling guilty about her action.

Lugard shrugged. "What else? I said it was a mad, troublesome dog I'm feeding at home that did it."

Lisa's face turned black with anger. "Who are you calling a mad, troublesome dog?" she asked, her voice low and menacing.

"You," Lugard replied coolly, his expression unreadable.

Lisa was so angry that she wanted to bite Lugard to dust, but she knew she was no match for him. She angrily kicked his leg in anger.

"Aww!" she cried out in pain, falling to the ground and holding her leg.

Lugard caught her, sitting her down on the bed. "Why are you so delicate?" he asked coldly.

Lisa glared at him, her eyes red with rage. "Are you made of iron?" Lisa questioned.

Lugard held his head, feeling a headache coming on. "Lisa, you're exhausting," he muttered.

Lisa's anger boiled over. "You're exhausting me!" she shot back.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions.