Chapter 180 Let's Have a Daughter
Elsa gawked at Luke, totally floored. He had dropped some pounds, his jawline was all chiseled, and that bit of stubble? Total rugged hottie vibes.
Outta nowhere, Luke gently cradled the back of her head, pulling them so close they could practically taste each other's breath.
Luke's intense stare made Elsa's cheeks go all rosy.
"I, I gotta think about it," she mumbled.
"Think about it?" Luke shot her a look, one eyebrow cocked. Seriously? Did Elsa not get how many women would kill to have his kid?
Before Elsa, Luke had some fuzzy ideas about a future wife but never really thought about kids. Lately, though, he kept wondering if a kid would make Elsa happier. Plus, if they had a kid, maybe Elsa would be more careful and steer clear of danger. And deep down, Luke hoped a kid would make Elsa less likely to bail on him.
"I just feel now isn't the right time," Elsa said, sounding all wistful.
With her mom's death to avenge and her brother to raise, Elsa couldn't handle another kid. Plus, with Debbie's hatred, who knew if she'd be good to the kid. Thinking of Debbie, Elsa's eyes lost their sparkle.
"I'll take care of our child," Luke said, reading her mind, pulling her head closer and brushing her lips.
His stubble tickled her chin, making her squirm.
"Promise me, okay?" Luke said, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her. "Let's have a daughter."
It wasn't until she was pinned beneath him that Elsa realized Luke was dead serious!
"We don't have to rush, do we?" She pushed against his chest, trying to keep some space.
Vincent was still in the hospital; she wasn't in the mood.
"Honey," Luke leaned in, whispering in her ear. "Honey,honey."
He called her several times, brushing his lips against her earlobe.
Elsa couldn't make sense of it, especially since she was clueless about love.
Luke wouldn't have made love in the car, especially with Elsa having a concussion; instead, he simply held her, kissed her, and caressed her gently.The usually fearsome Mr. Taylor was acting like a gentle, clingy golden retriever, making Elsa want to laugh.
When they got to the villa, Luke naturally reached out to carry her down.
"I just have a mild concussion, not paralysis," Elsa protested. Usually, after making love, Luke would carry her downstairs for breakfast the next day, but now with his arm still injured, Elsa disapproved.
Luke said nothing, giving her no chance to struggle, and still carried her upstairs.
Lisa had just gotten back from her hometown. Seeing Luke with his arm bandaged and Elsa injured, she freaked out.
"What happened? How did you both get hurt?" Lisa followed Luke upstairs, totally clueless about the news.
"Elsa has a concussion. She'll be having her meals upstairs for the next few days," Luke said, then clarified, "In the room."
He had severe OCD, but he couldn't be grossed out by Elsa. When they first met, he allowed her wear his pajamas and finish her leftovers. Now, letting her eat in the bedroom didn't bother him at all.
"Okay. I'll whip up some nourishing food for Mrs. Taylor. What would Mrs. Taylor like to eat? How about some chicken soup?" Lisa asked quickly.
Before Elsa could speak, Luke said, "That's fine. Also, make some fruit puree, but not too sweet."
Elsa was taken aback.
Not a fan of sweets, she once forced herself to finish Lisa's fruit puree despite grimacing. To her surprise, Luke had observed it all and remembered her preferences.
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