CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 20: HEART’S SURGE

Chloe Simpson was deeply moved at the moment, how could she possibly be suspicious of anything? She nodded and agreed to Lucas Hughes,

and after saying yes, her face blushed immediately.

Ever since coming back from the cruise, Chloe had actually been uneasy, fearing that Lucas was still bothered by everything that happened on their wedding night on the cruise.

Plus, since Lucas returned, he hadn’t touched her again.

With all that noise tonight, Chloe naturally hoped they could get together.

Between a husband and wife, it’s just like that, bickering at the head of the bed and reconciling at the foot.

After an intimate exchange, they can fully merge without any barriers.

The dark night, the long-missed reconciliation, and the long-held desire, it was all a spark to ignite the flame.

Lying in bed at that moment, Chloe imagined everything that was about to happen, her heart was beating out of excitement.

Actually, whether it was the wedding night or the second night, both times, she wasn’t sober, she was drunk.

Tonight, it was her first time being clear-headed.

Strictly speaking, it could be considered her true first time.

After dating for five years and just getting married, for any woman, it was an overwhelming wave of emotions.

She closed her eyes, just waiting for the imagined pleasure and beauty.

But she never imagined, when Lucas’s hand touched her body, she would react that way.

Clearly, Lucas was very gentle, and the foreplay was going smoothly, yet she felt nothing.

At that moment, images of the tumult from the wedding night crazily flashed in her mind.

The bright moonlight, the strong chest, and the body without a trace of extra flesh.

All the images kept switching back and forth in front of her eyes.

Even the scene from last night when Alexander Johnson humiliated her on the sofa made her distinctly feel an unprecedented thrill.

No! Chloe, you can’t do this!

Your husband is Lucas Hughes, not Alexander Johnson!

Everything between you and Alexander Johnson is immoral and must end here.

Moreover, you have been with Lucas for five years. You love each other so much, how can you do this?

Chloe repeatedly reminded herself in her heart, trying hard to get back on the right track.

But somehow, she just couldn’t control herself.

She thought, maybe opening her eyes and looking at Lucas would help.

"Ugh!"

But when she opened her eyes and saw Lucas on top of her, a wave of nausea surged from her stomach.

"What’s wrong?"

Lucas was in the mood, but got interrupted.

"I... I might not have rested well recently or eaten properly. My stomach feels very uncomfortable, like I want to vomit. I’m sorry, Lucas, we finally have tonight together, but I..."

Chloe hesitated, quickly finding a reason to apologize.

Lucas’s mood was dampened, feeling quite uncomfortable inside.

Just as it was about to get started, this happened, what a mood killer.

"It’s okay, if you’re not feeling well, let’s do it another day. I’m not some starved wolf that has to do it tonight."

Hearing Chloe say she wasn’t well, he could only give up.

But it’s better this way; otherwise, if they continued, he might not be able to perform, revealing something to Chloe.

Better to wait for another day, after using Flibanserin, then continue.

That way, Chloe wouldn’t notice, and would be blissfully unaware!

"Thank you, hubby."

Chloe felt a wave of warmth in her heart, hugging Lucas and giving him a kiss.

"Alright, it’s late, we have work tomorrow, let’s sleep."

Lucas gave a reluctant reassurance, turned over, and went to rest.

But Chloe, lying there, couldn’t sleep anymore.

Her mind was filled with her heart and body’s reactions when they were about to do it, and the images that flashed before her eyes.

Lucas, on the other hand, didn’t think much, and soon fell asleep.

Listening to Lucas’s peaceful breathing beside her, Chloe felt even more guilty and self-reproaching.

But just as she was in a tumult of conflict, her phone buzzed with a message from Alexander Johnson.

[I’m downstairs, five minutes, either you come down, or I come up.]