Chapter 261 Departure
Luke was dressed in a fine gray linen casual suit, with shiny handmade bespoke leather shoes on his feet. Standing at the door, he raised an eyebrow and looked at her. "Do you need something?"
Elsa was slightly surprised at his outfit. She suddenly felt a bit at a loss.
"I'm here to take my books," she said, avoiding Luke's probing eyes, and walked straight to the bookshelf.
Luke followed behind, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
"Do you need any help?"
"Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?" Elsa finally couldn't hold it in and turned to glare at him.
"Aren't we already divorced?" Luke's smile grew even wider.
"You're right."
She quickly calmed down. She had no reason to be angry. Her behavior was no different from Margaret's.
Elsa took a deep breath, suppressing her chaotic thoughts.
"I'll find a box to pack them up and leave soon." She said as calmly as possible and walked past Luke towards the door.
Luke kicked the study door shut with his long leg. It closed with a heavy thud unique to solid wood.
Luke approached, forcing her to retreat step by step until her back was against the desk.
Luke leaned down and kissed her, blocking all her words in her throat. Knowing she was coming, he had pushed all his afternoon work aside and came back to wait for her.
He had even changed his clothes and sprayed on cologne, just waiting for her to walk through the door.
The security guard had told her those things, so she definitely wasn't here just to take her stuff. Elsa actually had such a sentimental side.
Elsa was kissed by Luke until she felt weak all over.
She had dressed up carefully and put on full makeup before coming. Now, being kissed by Luke in front of the desk, her lipstick was smudged around her lips, with wet eyes, giving her a ravished beauty that sparked the imagination.
Luke started to unbutton her blouse.
"No." she instinctively reached out to stop him, then hugged him tightly.
Luke just silently held Elsa tighter and continued to peel off her clothes.
As expected, she was unusually passionate and proactive. In the end, Elsa even made Luke the one lying down.
Luke's eyes were dark and intense, as if he wanted to devour Elsa and merge with her forever to feel at ease. He felt that the way Elsa looked at him was the same.
Afterwards, they were both drenched in sweat and panting heavily. Elsa pulled herself out of the lingering desire and got up to get dressed.
"Nothing to say to me?" Luke lit a cigarette and looked at her contentedly.
"Take care," Elsa said softly, fleeing in a panic.
The suitcase she had packed was left neatly at the entrance of the walk-in closet.
Luke squatted down, chuckling as he hung up her clothes one by one, then turned back to the study and put her books back on the shelf. His heart felt a mix of numbness, pain, and itchiness.
If he had known Elsa would be so proactive in a crisis, he would have wanted to play with her a few more times.
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