Chapter 420 Skilled Player (Part 1)
"Twenty guys, huh? Think those losers can satisfy you?" Luke sneered, towering over Elsa from the bedside.
Elsa knew she was in the wrong and turned her face away, staying silent.
"Answer me," Luke demanded, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him, his eyes dark and intense.
Elsa's face tightened under his grip, but she refused to speak, her stubbornness only fueling Luke's anger. He tightened his hold, his eyes boring into her.
"What does your silence mean?" His fury was reaching its peak.
Elsa's mind raced. She knew she had messed up, focusing on making Chloe happy without considering Luke's feelings.
She needed to make amends; they had been through so much together. She couldn't let this tear them apart.
Besides, if Luke was angry but still wanted an explanation, there was hope.
Finally, she pouted, her eyes welling up with tears. "You're hurting me."
Seeing her like this, Luke's anger deflated like a balloon. He couldn't stay mad; he just wanted to comfort her. But he knew he had to teach her a lesson. Elsa couldn't just get away with everything.
Luke hardened his heart and kept his stern expression. "Don't try that with me. Get up."
Elsa reluctantly sat up, looking dejected.
"Stop giving me that look," he said, surprised at how good Elsa was at playing the victim.
Elsa lowered her eyes, obedient for once, like a guilty puppy caught in the act.
Luke's heart softened, but he kept his composure. He adjusted his tie with his long fingers. "Five minutes. My study."
Then he walked out.
Elsa was confused but had no choice but to comply.
Five minutes later, she knocked on Luke's study door.
"Come in."
Luke was still in his tailored suit, sitting on the study's sofa with his legs crossed, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"How do I compare to those men?" Luke asked, casually twirling a crystal glass.
Elsa's heart raced. She stammered, "There's no comparison. You're more handsome and dignified, not shallow."
It was the truth. Luke's looks and physique could rival any top male celebrity, and he had a natural aristocratic air. Just sitting there, he looked like a comic book hero.
They said the excitement in a relationship lasts about eighteen months, but even after nearly two years of their on-again, off-again relationship, Elsa still found herself blushing around him.
Luke's expression softened at her answer. He patted the sofa beside him. "Sit."
Elsa sat down and noticed two glasses, a bucket of ice, and a bottle of Black Label whiskey on the coffee table.
Was he planning to drink with her?
They rarely drank together. Usually, Luke was the one restricting her, telling her what not to eat or drink because it was bad for her stomach, acting like a strict parent.
Before Elsa could ask, Luke said, "Since you like it, I'll lower myself to be your male companion tonight. Enjoy it."
Elsa was shocked. "No, no!"
She tried to get up and escape, but Luke's commanding presence held her in place, unable to move.
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