Chapter 130 Young People Should Exercise Restraint
"Luke Taylor, you even listening?" Elsa's voice was sharp, but not as cutting as usual.
The Diamond Crest Clubhouse was a bit of a trek from the villa, but Luke had Elsa pinned on the bed in under 20 minutes.
Luke's intense, brooding eyes locked onto Elsa from above. Elsa sank into the soft mattress, her drunkenness evaporating.
"Sorry. Shouldn't have stuck my nose in your business," Elsa mumbled, turning her head away, looking all defeated.
Luke's anger was off the charts. Elsa had said the wrong thing. She was lucky to have married him, so what right did she have to mess with his life and feelings?
Elsa's hurt expression hit Luke right in the feels.
'Damn it! What's Elsa thinking?' Luke thought.
"Look at me!" Luke's voice got louder as he cupped Elsa's chin, making her face him. "Elsa, why am I pissed?"
"I shouldn't mess with you." Elsa felt wronged, biting her lower lip to keep from crying.
Luke's chest heaved with anger, a burning desire to unleash his frustration on her, to completely let loose and vent his pent-up emotions.
"Why shouldn't you mess with me? I'm your husband. You have every right." Luke tried to lower his voice, keeping his anger in check.
Luke's arms were propped on either side of Elsa's body, their breaths mingling.
"Then why are you still mad?" Elsa felt wronged. She should be the one mad!
'Rich people are just so full of themselves!' Elsa thought.
Luke sighed, carefully freeing her lower lip, which was about to bleed from her biting.
He whispered, "You really are thick-headed! Let me show you if I've been busy with anyone else in bed!"
"What do you mean..." Elsa's words were cut off as Luke tore open her clothes.
Luke had reached his breaking point. Witnessing Elsa's hurt expression, with her nose turning red, he felt an urge to push her to tears, to see her break down and plead for mercy. And indeed, Luke achieved his goal as Elsa began to cry.
"Stop! Stop," Elsa whimpered, her voice hoarse.
At first, she scratched Luke's back in anger, but later she had no strength left. Her struggles felt like a kitten's scratch to Luke.
"Jerk, pervert!" Elsa shouted in a hoarse voice.
Luke and Elsa went at it from midnight until dawn. Elsa was nearly exhausted before Luke finally let her go.
A satisfied Luke was in a much better mood. He carried Elsa to the bath, placing two little rubber ducks in the tub as if coaxing a child.
Elsa couldn't be bothered with Luke, rolling her eyes and dozing off in the tub.
"If I have to prove my innocence again, I'll use this way. If I had slept with someone else, how could I have this much energy?" Luke said, carefully washing Elsa.
"Let go. I'll do it myself." Elsa was still angry.
"Whoever makes the mess cleans it up," Luke said seriously.
"Where did you learn such flirtatious lines? Get out!" Elsa's face turned bright red with shyness. She scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at Luke.
Instantly, a large patch of Luke's bathrobe was soaked.
"Is this an invitation to bathe together? Then I won't be polite." Luke looked at his wet bathrobe, untied the belt, and was about to step in.
"No! Get out!"
At the dining table at 10 AM, Lisa, who had taken a day off, observed Elsa and Luke behaving strangely.Usually stern Luke was smiling and sipping his coffee, occasionally sneaking glances at Elsa.
Elsa, puffing with anger, ate her toast as if she were fighting someone.
Noticing Luke's gaze, Elsa soon slammed the half-eaten toast onto her plate.
"I'm full!" Elsa said, about to leave.
'What's going on?' Lisa wondered and was about to say something when she noticed the marks on Elsa's neck, finally understanding.
She teased silently, 'Young people still need to show some restraint.'
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