Lucas had an inkling that he was never going to get the gentle and playful Ashlyn back, ever again.
His heart ached terribly as he thought of how aloof and distant she had become.
However, he then recalled how much he had enjoyed Ashlyn’s cooking so he dragged himself up and
walked over to the dining table.
When he took a sip of the chicken noodle soup, an inexplicable sense of contentment started to spread
through him.
Though it was not very obvious, one could tell that he was feeling moved, based on the crack in his
expression.
He had long gotten used to Ashlyn over the past few years, whether it be her cooking or her body.
He could even vividly recall the fragrance of her skincare products.
Finishing the bowl of noodle soup, he stood up to wash the dishes. To which soon after, he grabbed
himself some medication for his tummy.
He then turned in for the night, only to end up tossing and turning; no sleep came to him.
His burning anxiety grew deep, along with the night.
Ashlyn had always been a light sleeper.
Hence, she was laying wide awake, the moment a dark figure opened the door to her room. She stayed
perfectly still, laying turned on her side.
Though the person was moving very lightly, Ashlyn could easily tell from the sound of the familiar
footsteps that it was Lucas.
It’s the middle of the night. What’s he doing in my room?
Also, I’m very sure that I’d locked my door!
Nonetheless, this was Lucas’ usual modus operandi; there was likely no point in locking the door.
The man stood by the bed and gazed at the sleeping woman. She had turned on a night light, and her
face was bathed in the warm orange light.
She looked cold and distant during the day, but now, she looked as harmless as an infant.
Lucas leaned closer to her. He couldn’t stop himself and pressed his lips onto the pair that he had been
dreaming of for so long.
They still felt as soft and as full as he had remembered, and immediately, a familiar sense of frenzy
was ignited.
He gradually deepened the kiss. It was as if he were a man who had stumbled onto an oasis in the
desert. That was how much he had thirsted for her lips, for her everything. The kiss became more
urgent and desperate.
Ashlyn couldn’t believe what was happening.
He stared at me for so long just so he could sneak a kiss?
She instinctively wanted to push Lucas away, but suddenly, a familiar feeling started blossoming from
her tailbone.
And soon enough, it had spread throughout every cell in her body.
Not again!
It’s been four years! Why is it that every time this man is somehow involved, it just starts stirring?
Just what charm does this man have?
Has it not been fed enough, all these years while being with him?
She hadn’t had any palpitations at all this past year.
That was why she had so readily agreed to end the marriage.
However, she had been too naïve and had greatly underestimated the potency of the Spirogyra.
When she had kissed Lucas during the day, the curse had likely already detected his presence.
Now that he was in close vicinity, it had awoken again.
Ashlyn could feel every part of her body growing warmer, and it was becoming unbearable.
Very, very unbearable.
Lucas astutely sensed Ashlyn’s change in behavior. He pulled away from her lips but kept his gaze on
her.
He saw her slowly open her eyes, and he noticed that they were coated with a layer of desire. Her
cheeks were tinged pink; she looked so breathtakingly beautiful.
“You’re awake?” asked Lucas in a raspy voice.
Ashlyn stared at him dazedly. She wanted to give a response, but when she opened her mouth, the
only sound that came out was a soft moan.
On the other side of the window, a gentle, warm breeze was blowing. There wasn’t a star in the sky
either. It was as if they had all shyly hidden behind the clouds.
Morning rays shone into the room and gently caressed the two intertwined bodies lying on the big, soft
bed.
The woman’s long lashes fluttered. It seemed as if the sunlight was too glaring, so she lazily lifted an
arm and covered her eyes.
After a while, she put her arm down and finally opened her eyes.
Her whole body was very sore as if she had just run two marathons in a row.
There was an arm draped across her waist. She glowered at the arm, then picked it up and threw it to
the side.
The images from last night flooded her, flashing across her eyes, scene by scene.
She couldn’t believe her lack of control.
Stupid Spirogyra! Can’t you be without a man for even one day?
Gah!
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