Chapter 194 Elsa's Unease
Karida was floored. What kind of statement was that?
Hearing those words from Luke made his skin crawl.
"The last time I heard something like that was in a movie. The Creator didn't give men a uterus, probably to stop people like you from misusing it," Karida finally snapped back.
"I don't need your company. If you've got nothing better to do, just scram."
Luke, looking pissed, tried to shoo him away but then went quiet, his expression softening a bit.
Elsa walked out of the counseling room.
She didn't look anxious and uneasy anymore. Maybe she had cried; her face was a bit pale, and her eyes were red.
"Feeling better? You have no idea how worried Luke was about you," Karida said.
Luke shot Karida a warning look, took off his trench coat, and draped it over Elsa. "Let's go home."
On the way back, they didn't talk much.
Elsa felt uncomfortable sitting, so she kicked off her high heels and curled her legs up on the back seat.
Maybe it was the exhaustion after an emotional release; Elsa seemed a bit drained and listless.
Luke pulled her into his arms, making her more comfortable.
Smelling the tobacco scent from Luke, Elsa suddenly spoke in a hoarse voice, "Can you give me a cigarette?"
Normally, Luke would never allow it, but this was a special situation.
Luke silently opened the sunroof, took out a cigarette, lit it between his lips, and then handed it to Elsa.
Elsa took a deep drag, staring blankly at the rising smoke.
"People with ability don't waste time on trivial matters," Luke suddenly said.
"What?" Elsa turned to look at him through the swirling smoke.
"People who do great things shouldn't let some meaningless people and events affect their emotions. Your life is long. Not everything is worth your pain and effort."
Luke watched her take a few more drags, then took the half-smoked cigarette back, not smoking it himself, just watching it burn out between his fingers.
Elsa was smart but very stubborn and headstrong.
Most of the time, Luke let Elsa be. With him protecting her, Elsa wouldn't cause any irreparable damage.
On rare occasions, seeing her deeply troubled, Luke couldn't help but offer a few words of advice.
In the smoke, Luke's profile was distinct, his nose high and prominent, like a perfect sculpture.
Elsa was a bit mesmerized, and after a long while, she responded softly.
She felt that Luke seemed a bit different towards her recently. He was better to her than before, less capricious, and took care of her very attentively.
She recalled a famous director's wife talking about her ugly and promiscuous husband on a talk show, saying, "He adopted my soul." Because of this, even though the director was caught cheating with actresses many times, his wife had no intention of divorcing him.
"Adopted my soul" was a precise phrase that Elsa admired.
She felt that Luke had also adopted her restless soul.
A happy and peaceful family life could easily make one complacent. Elsa greedily enjoyed it while also feeling anxious deep down, worried that such days wouldn't last.
"This isn't the life I deserve," she wrote in her emotional diary. "Thus, with the passing of each day, I privately rejoice and hold deep gratitude."
Elsa's sixth sense was indeed accurate. The peaceful days were soon disrupted by Jasmine Taylor.
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