Chapter 105 You Bully Me
The power gap was just too big. To Luke, Elsa's desperate attempts to break free felt like a mere tickle.
Luke held Elsa tight, teasing her tongue and drawing in her saliva. He'd been so flustered and upset earlier. It seemed like this was the only way to prove Elsa was still his.
But Elsa wasn't one to be easily controlled. Despite being at a physical disadvantage, she bit down hard on Luke's tongue.
The taste of blood spread between their lips, but Luke just grunted and didn't let go.
They kissed so long that Elsa felt like she was about to suffocate.
When Luke finally let go, Elsa used all her strength to slap him.
"You big bully!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as she ran upstairs without looking back.
That night, Luke definitely didn't get into the master bedroom.
He lay in the guest room, tossing and turning, his mind filled with Elsa's tearful eyes and her words, "You big bully."
Even though he hadn't rekindled anything with Margaret like the media claimed, as Elsa's husband, he shouldn't have gone out in the middle of the night and taken care of a drunk Margaret. He knew he was in the wrong.
Around 11 p.m., Max's Facebook message came through.
Max: [Mr. Taylor, are you still awake?]
Luke replied instantly: [Did you find out?]
Max: [Yes, I have some information. I'll send it to you.]
The next day, having not slept all night, Luke sat early at the dining table, making coffee for himself and Elsa, waiting for her to come downstairs.
At 7 o'clock, Elsa came down looking haggard. Seeing Luke, her face fell, and she was about to change shoes and leave.
"Come and eat," Luke said, as if nothing had happened the night before.
"I'm not hungry," Elsa snapped, slipping into her flat leather shoes, ready to catch a cab.
"Mrs. Taylor, please eat a little. Mr. Taylor has been waiting a long time for you," Lisa, who didn't follow the news but could tell they had argued, hurried over to smooth things over.
"There's no need to pretend anymore. We're just living together," Elsa said, not to Lisa, but to Luke with a cold tone.
Luke held his breath, not arguing, and got up to pick her up.
"Let go of me." Elsa glared at him.
The red veins in her eyes made Luke's heart ache, and he couldn't bear to argue anymore.
Ignoring her kicking and hitting, Luke held her tight and carried her to the table.
"Eat. You can't go to work until you finish up your breakfast," he said.
"I won't eat!" Elsa said stubbornly.
"If you don't mind me chewing it up and feeding you, go ahead and make a fuss," Luke said, taking a bite of a sandwich and pretending to feed it to her.
"That's disgusting!" Elsa dodged in a panic. "I'll eat. Put me down, I'll eat by myself."
Only then did Luke settle her beside him, serving her favorite soup in a small bowl and adding hot milk to her espresso without asking.
"Your stomach can't handle the espresso directly as it's too harsh," Luke explained gently, seeing Elsa's pouting lips.
Elsa said nothing, taking a vengeful gulp of her coffee.
"I had Max get a smaller car for you. It'll be more convenient for you to drive when I'm not around," Luke said, producing a car key like a magician.
Luke liked big cars, so there were hardly any sports cars at home. However, knowing that Elsa found big cars inconvenient, he had Max acquire a Porsche Taycan for her overnight. The road to the villa wasn't rugged. In fact, it was much smoother than the roads outside, so it wouldn't be a problem for her to drive it occasionally to and from work.
"I don't want it," Elsa refused without thinking.
"If you don't want it, are you planning to continue having Jonathan Green drive you when I'm not around?" Luke's overwhelming jealousy finally spilled over, impossible to conceal.
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