Both of them were taken aback.
Lucinda let the phone continue its insistent ringing.
However, it seemed like it wouldnât stop anytime soon.
Typically, such interruptions pertained to work matters.
Reluctantly, Lucinda disentangled herself from Nathan and reached for her phone on the bedside table.
On the other end was Lucindaâs assistant from the Simmons Group.
Immediately the phone connected, the assistant got to the point.
âMiss Simmons, AN Groupâs business director, Miss Diaz, flew into Cadiered last night.
Sheâs been waiting for you at the office all morning.
She insists on meeting you and threatens to come here daily until she sees you.
Will you like to see her?â
Lucinda didnât answer the question directed at her.
Instead, she glanced at Nathan, who was resting beside her.
Nathanâs gaze met hers, filled with frustration.
It appeared he was quite frustrated by the inability to connect with her intimately, causing agony for both of them.
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Understanding the gravity of the situation, Lucinda firmly rejected her assistant, saying, âTodayâs not good for me.
Iâm taking a day to relax at home.
Let Nala wait if she insists.
Make sure sheâs well attended to.
If sheâs determined to wait in the reception room all day for nothing, so be it.
â
âUnderstood, Miss Simmons.
â
âIâve got my hands full with something crucial today, so unless the company is on the brink of collapse,
donât disturb me,â Lucinda added.
âUnderstood.
â
After ending the call, Lucinda snuggled up to Nathan and inquired, âAre you okay with how I handled that?â
Nathanâs face lit up with a smile, clearly delighted.
He murmured into Lucindaâs ear, his voice dripping with allure, âExtremely.
â
Following his words, Lucinda leaned in for another ki*s.
They found themselves wrapped in a tender moment, enjoying an afternoon of closeness they seldom had.
From the moment they awoke till dusk, they hadnât left the bed, engaging in playful intimacy in their private sanctuary.
As evening approached, Lucindaâs phone rang once more, but this call was personal, from Noelle.
Since Noelle had lost her memories of the last four years, Cyrus had taken her in, caring for her during this confusing time.
It had been ages since she last reached out to Lucinda.
The moment the call connected, Noelleâs distressed voice was unmistakable.
âLucinda, do you have a moment? Could we meet?â
Lucinda, ever perceptive, detected the urgency.
âWhatâs troubling you, Noelle? You seem down.
â
Noelle fell silent.
âHas Cyrus been giving you a hard time? Just let me know.
Iâll sort him out for you.
â
With a pause that felt like an eternity, Noelle finally opened up.