âLucas, thatâs enough. Do you thinkâ¦â Ashlyn paused.
Do you think that you can do whatever you want just because you saved me when the curse was doing its thing? Ashlyn thought but did not voice it out.
She tried to struggle between Lucasâ arms, but it only made him hug her tighter.
Every inch of Lucasâ body was touching hers, and Ashlyn knew what the man wanted.
She moved uncomfortably, but he stopped her in a hoarse voice. âDonât move.â
Ashlyn felt like she was about to melt as his warm breath brushed past her ear.
Lucasâ eyes turned red as if he were slowly morphing into a beast.
As that happened, the car steered into an abandoned road.
After parking, Spencer got out of the car and went for a smoke.
Lucas tightened his grip around Ashlynâs waist even more as he kissed her neck. The perfumed smell from her seemed to have calmed the manâs frustration down.
Ashlyn couldnât help but feel like Lucas was going to devour her any second now. Even though the window of the car was tinted, they were still out in public.
She quickly raised her hand and slapped Lucas on his head. âHey! Get a grip! I still have to head to the hall!â
âLet me rest for a whileâ¦â Lucas pleaded in a low voice, one that could melt any maidenâs heart.
He smiled and pulled her in.
Even though they were in a Bentley that had a wide interior, Ashlyn felt like she was locked in a small cage.
No matter how much she struggled, she still could not escape from the man in front of her.
As their breaths hastened, Ashlynâs heart raced as well. Yet, the mood quickly died down. The only thing that was left was the manâs steady breathing.
Ashlyn looked down puzzledly and couldnât believe what she saw. Lucas had fallen asleep while hugging her.
The hell? What am I? His pillow?
Ashlyn was baffled as to why Lucas always hug her when he slept.
When Spencer finished his first cigarette, he noticed that the car wasnât rocking back and forth which made him scratch his head.
Judging from Lucasâ reaction from a while ago, it seemed as if he was going to devour Ashlyn.
Spencer went back into the Bentley and realized that Lucas had fallen asleep. He proceeded to start the engine and whispered to Ashlyn, âMy apologies, Ms. Berry, Mr. Nolan went to London yesterday and just came back this morning. He hasnât had a wink of sleep yet.â
Spencer was explaining why Lucas seemed worn out.
âWhatâs wrong with him anyway?â Ashlyn sighed. âDoes he have to hug me to fall asleep or what?â
âYouâve guessed it right. It seems like Mr. Nolan will fall asleep easily whenever youâre next to him. But when youâre not, he couldnât sleep even if he tries to.â
âWhat does that make me? His lullaby?â Ashlyn was speechless.
Half an hour later, the Bentley stopped in front of the State Concert Hall.
Ashlyn gently pinched Lucasâ waist. âGet up. Weâre here.â
But the man showed no reaction.
Ashlyn frowned and bit deeply into his neck. The pain woke him up immediately.
Lucas felt as if he had been bitten by a mad dog or something.
âOuch!â
âLooks like pain works on you. Now, get up!â Ashlyn let go of her bite and stared at the bite mark with satisfaction.
Thatâs my revenge for biting me last time! What Ashlyn didnât know was that the thought itself was childish as well.