Chapter 129 Busy Until Bedtime
"Heading back?" Chloe slurred, giving Elsa a side-eye. She hinted that Luke was already busy snapping pics with someone else, so going back would be pointless.
"Yep." Elsa stood up, arms outstretched toward Luke. "Hug."
She'd had a bit too much to drink and didn't feel like walking.
Luke's frown eased as he pulled Elsa into his arms.
"Such a spoiled brat," he grumbled, but his eyes were soft.
"She said she wanted to leave unscathed, but it looks like they're stuck together for life," Chloe muttered, watching Luke carefully carry Elsa away.
"Does Ms. Clark have a crush on someone?" Jonathan suddenly asked.
"No."
Jonathan had that mature, charming look—deep-set eyes, high nose bridge, and well-defined lips. Chloe felt tongue-tied under his gaze.
Joe had done a favor for the Taylor family, so even though Luke was skeptical about Margaret's words, he stayed for dinner.
During the meal, Margaret's parents and Debbie kept trying to set her up with Luke. She just blushed and stayed quiet, while Luke was super annoyed and only managed to leave at 11 PM.
His annoyance vanished when he saw Elsa's suitcase on the first floor, but she was nowhere to be found.
Luke's phone had been on silent, and he only saw Elsa's missed call when he got home. When he called back, her phone was off.
Having lived with Elsa for a while, Luke knew she was probably overthinking again.
Luke hadn't had a drop of alcohol tonight, but the smell of it on Elsa's breath was incredibly tempting.
"Why'd you go out drinking again? Upset?" Luke asked, pressing his forehead against hers.
"Your husband went to celebrate someone else's birthday with their family. Would you be happy?" Elsa, tipsy, was more blunt than usual.
Luke was taken aback; she was pretty cute like this.
"Didn't I tell you?" Luke rubbed her nose and kissed her wet lips.
"Just because you told me, you think it's okay to cozy up to Margaret? That was a family gathering, not just a birthday celebration." Elsa turned her head away. "When you didn't answer the phone, you were probably busy in bed!"
Luke, already annoyed from dinner, was now furious.
"What did you say?" His face darkened.
"What did I say? You had dinner till midnight, took intimate photos, and hung out with their family. It's not a stretch to say you were otherwise occupied in bed!" Elsa's anger flared up even more seeing Luke's darkened face.
"Put me down!" she demanded, trying to get out of his arms.
Luke, angry, wouldn't let her go. With his lips tightly pressed, he silently carried Elsa to his car.
She kicked his chest, but he just grabbed her restless foot and held on.
Luke's cold aura sobered Elsa up halfway, and she felt a bit scared.
"Put me down," she repeated.
Luke opened the car door, placed her in the passenger seat, buckled her seatbelt, and closed the door with his foot.
"Put me down," Elsa said again, feeling the urge to jump out.
Ignoring her, Luke drove quickly. He remembered the last time he almost forced himself on her in the car and how she cried her eyes out.
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