Chapter 262 Why Are You in Her Room
Calista’s eyes twitched as she saw the thing in Lucian’s hand. She was both embarrassed and angered. She reached out to push him.
“Lucian, you bastard, get out!”
She exerted quite a large force. When she pushed Lucian away, she moved forward a few steps due to
inertia.
He subconsciously held onto her waist. But he forgot that he was wearing disposable hotel slippers.
The friction between the sole of the slipper and the carpet was greater than regular shoes, and they didn’t
fit snugly.
As he moved forward, one of his slippers slipped off. He stumbled forward and lost his balance. And both.
of them tumbled to the bed.
The bed in the five–star hotel was soft and bouncy. When they fell, they bounced off slightly again with the
momentum.
The back of Calista’s head was cupped by Lucian, with her cheek tightly pressed against his chest.
Underneath the fabric, she could feel his tense muscles and the scorching warmth of his skin. And his hand, which was still holding the toy, was pressed against her waist.
A rhythmic “buzz” echoed in the quiet room.
Calista was dumbfounded. At this moment, she was so embarrassed that she hoped she could faint on
the spot.
The main culprit, Lucian, wasn’t a single bit embarrassed at all. She wasn’t sure whether he was merely thick–faced or he just thought of the toy as a hand massager.
He didn’t even think there was anything wrong with it pressed against her waist. He calmly propped himself up and looked at her. As he saw her troubled expression, only did he frown.
“Did it hurt?”
Was this even the right question to ask? Calista shifted her body, so she could move further away from
Lucian’s hand.
“You should get up first.”
Lucian took his hand out and turned off the toy. He tossed it aside.
I’m tired. If you don’t wanna try, then just go to sleep.
Calista bent her knees to kick him. Although she seemed fierce, she still couldn’t ignore the absurdity of the whole situation. She even forgot her original intention.
“Go to the couch.”
“Initially, I planned to sleep on the couch. But you were so inviting, and I couldn’t bring myself to resist you
Even without looking, Lucian could grab her leg accurately,
“Stop moving, or I’ll get hard now.”
Calista was at a loss for words. He pinned her leg, which had been kicking indiscriminately, onto the bed.
He knelt and as he glanced at the toys on the bedside table, he said reluctantly, “Do you not wanna try?”
She couldn’t help but roar at him, “Try my foot! Get lost.”
“Sure then,” Lucian sighed in disappointment and proceeded to peer at the hidden compartment again.” There are quite a lot of things here. If you don’t wanna try, how about you help me
Calista grabbed a pillow to cover Lucian’s mouth. She flipped over and pinned him beneath her.
“Shut up and don’t think of anything else. Sleep.”
She slammed the hidden door shut and hung back the painting. She completely missed the triumphant smile on Lucian’s lips. The opened toy was tossed into the trash can without a hinge of hesitation.
After she was done, she grabbed a corner of the blanket and cocooned herself like a silkworm. She didn’t pay any mind to the fact that Lucian was still lounging on her bed.
She had to admit that Lucian was skilled at understanding people.
People’s thoughts were diverse, but most of them would subconsciously choose between two options.
For example, when you’re hesitating about whether or not to buy something, the salesperson will directly ask if you’ll be using PayPal or cash.
Most people will instinctively ignore the question of whether or not they’re still hesitating to buy, and
instead start considering how they’ll make the payment.
So, when Calista was given the option of letting him sleep on the sofa or leaving, she chose to ask him to.
leave
Under his deliberate provocation, she then chose the couch, which was relatively further from her when she had to choose to let him be on the bed or the couch.
Faced with the choice between trying out the toy with him and letting him sleep on the bed, she chose the bed, which was relatively easier for her to accept.
Lucian turned his head and saw Calista cocooned like a cicada, with only half of her head exposed.
He refrained from further provoking her, afraid that this little tigress with claws might sense his intentions
and kick him off the bed.
The room was very quiet, and her scent permeated the pillow and sheets, contrasting with her prickly nature. It was a soft, comforting fragrance.
The duvet in the master bedroom of Everglade Manor had been changed and washed many times. Her scent had completely faded away.
Lucian wasn’t particularly sleepy. He still had a meeting to attend. However, lying beside her, all he could
smell was a reassuring scent.
He couldn’t muster the energy to move. He messaged David to cancel the meeting. After taking care of things, he turned off the lights and closed his eyes to sleep.
As for Calista, after a long day and a bit of alcohol in the evening, she was already extremely tired. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head touched the pillow, forgetting that Lucian was still beside her.
On the next day, as soon as Lucian’s biological clock struck six, he woke up on his own.
The scene from dramas with a fragrant and tender embrace didn’t happen. Calista was sleeping very
quietly.
Other than the fact that she had taken half of the blanket, she was in the same position as last night, lying
on her side with her back to him.
Lucian didn’t want to get up. He reached out, his fingers weaving through her disheveled hair, gently
tidying it up.
He couldn’t quite remember whether Calista had always been this well–behaved while sleeping or if she had become this way after marrying him due to his indifference.
After careful consideration, he couldn’t recall a single instance of them waking up in each other’s arms.
Even during their honeymoon.
Lucian continued this action with great enjoyment as if he had become addicted. He was unclear of how long he had been lying there when he heard the sound of a doorbell.
Afraid of waking up Calista, he reluctantly suppressed his impatience and got up to answer the door.
David didn’t know he had changed rooms, so it was very likely that the person at the door was here for Calista. Early in the morning, aside from Paul, it was unlikely to be anyone else.
Sure enough, just as he reached the door, he heard Paul’s hypocritical voice, “Calista, we’re heading to the tourist hotspot in half an hour. What do you want to eat? I’ll go buy breakfast.”
Lucian glanced down at himself. He was wearing silk pajamas that had gotten quite wrinkled and disheveled after a night’s sleep.
He decided to take a bold move. He reached up and unfastened two buttons at the collar, revealing a
small expanse of his chest.
He then casually tugged at a spot near a sensitive area, producing two marks that looked rather
suggestive.
Paul had only started speaking upon hearing footsteps.
He waited for a while but didn’t get a response, so he asked in confusion, “Calista?”
Lucian swung the door open and promptly rattled off a list of dishes to the person outside, “Foie gras, steak, sea cucumber, abalone. Also, some toast and seafood congee.
Paul’s gaze fell on Lucian’s attire. He was dressed in pajamas.
His gaze swept over the red marks on his chest, and a frosty chill seemed to creep into his gentle features, “Why are you in Calista’s room?”
