Arranged Marriage: Beneath The Rumors

Chapter 54: Am Your Wife

Tears streamed down from Lisa's crystal clear eyes, her face contorted in pain and fear.

Lugard looked at her tearful eyes and his grip on her neck faltered. He let go of her, and Lisa clutched her neck, trying to catch her breath.

She stumbled backward, her eyes fixed on Lugard's face, which was twisted in a mixture of anger and regret. Lisa's chest heaved as she struggled to breathe, her voice barely a whisper. "You...you could have killed me," she stammered.

Lugard's eyes dropped, shame written all over his face. but he remained emotionless

Lugard looked at his left hand, the ointment still there. He had forgotten all about it in the heat of the moment. His gaze lingered on the tube, a reminder of his original intention - to help Lisa, to soothe her bruised wrist.

But now, it seemed like a cruel joke. He had come to her room with kindness in mind, only to be met with fear and hostility. The ointment, once a symbol of his concern, now felt like a mockery.

Lisa followed his gaze and saw the ointment. Her eyes widened in realization, and she felt a pang of regret. She knew why Lugard had come to her room now. He had come to help her, not to hurt her.

Lugard looked at his left hand, the ointment still clutched in his fingers. His expression remained cold, unyielding. He gazed at Lisa, his eyes devoid of emotion.

With a sudden movement, Lugard threw the ointment to the floor, the tube bouncing off the carpet with a soft thud. He didn't look back, didn't wait to see Lisa's reaction. He just turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the room.

he threw the ointment to the floor, the tube bouncing off the carpet with a soft thud. He turned to leave, his back to Lisa.

Lisa felt a pang of regret, her eyes fixed on the discarded ointment. She now knew why Lugard had come to her room in the middle of the night.

But Lugard didn't give her a chance to apologize.

As he turned, walking away, someone clutched his shirt from behind. He looked at her coldly, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What do you want?" he demanded coldly, his voice dripping with disdain.

Lisa bit her teeth, looking at Lugard apologetically. "I'm sorry," she muttered, crying. "Can I...help you clean and put first aid on your head?"

Lugard's gaze lingered on her tear-stained face, his expression unreasonable.

He refused and turned to leave, but Lisa rushed forward, blocking the door stubbornly. "You won't leave this room until you agree to my request," she said, her eyes flashing with determination. "You only have two options: either you beat me to death or you let me take responsibility and treat the injury I caused."

Lugard's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through her. "How about I choose the first one?" he said, his voice calm and menacing.

Lisa's heart skipped a beat as Lugard's words hung in the air. She tried to stand her ground, but her body trembled with fear. She knew she was taking a huge risk by defying him, but she couldn't back down now.

Without another word, Lugard's face twisted in a snarl, and he raised his hand, his fist clenched and ready to strike. Lisa flinched, her eyes closed, bracing herself for the impact.

Lisa closed her eyes tightly, waiting for the pain to come. She had prepared herself for the worst, but after two minutes of silence, she couldn't help but wonder if Lugard had changed his mind.

She opened her eyes to find Lugard standing not too far away, his hand still in his pocket, his eyes fixed on her with an expressionless gaze. Lisa frowned, confusion etched on her face. "Why haven't you started the beating?" she asked, her voice laced with a mix of fear and defiance.

Lugard's gaze didn't waver, his eyes still fixed on hers. "You're unworthy," he said, his voice cold and detached.

Lisa's eyes widened in shock, but as she looked at Lugard, she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. The bloodstain on his hand and face only added to his rugged beauty, making him look like a handsome angel who had been splattered with red paint. She felt a flutter in her chest, and for a moment, she forgot about the danger she was in.

"Do you mean I'm unworthy of your beating?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lugard's expression didn't change, his eyes still fixed on Lisa's face. "You're unworthy of my attention," he said, his voice cold and detached. "Let alone my beating."

Lisa felt a surge of anger at his words, but she couldn't deny the flutter in her chest as she gazed at him. The bloodstain on his hand and face only added to his rugged beauty.

"I see," Lisa said, her voice laced with sarcasm. "So, you're saying I'm not good enough to be beaten by you?"

Lugard's gaze didn't waver, his expression unyielding. "You're not good enough for anything," he said, his words dripping with disdain.

So that means you choose the second option, I should treat your face.

Lugard stared at this little troublemaker and turned to leave, "You are not worthy to touch my face," he said arrogantly and coldly.

Lisa became annoyed, "Is your face an untouchable treasure, that I'm not worthy to touch? Besides, I'm your little sweet wife, no, your little troublesome wife. I'm pretty, cute, well-mannered, beautiful, and caring. So I'm more than worthy."

Lugard's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through her. "You think your petty charms make you worthy of me? I think not."

Lisa's eyes flashed with anger, her voice rising. "Petty charms? How dare you! I'll have you know, I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you!"

Lugard mocked, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, you think you're worthy because you're pretty, cute, well-mannered, beautiful, and caring?" he repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're nothing but a troublesome little wife who can't even take care of herself."

Lisa's face reddened with anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. "How dare you!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "I'm more than worthy to touch your face, I'm your wife!"

Lugard turned back to face her, his expression cold and unyielding. "You're not my wife," he said, his voice firm. "You're just a nuisance, a burden I have to bear."

Lisa's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to cry. She took a step closer to Lugard, her voice shaking with emotion. "I may be a nuisance to you, but I'm still your wife," she said, her voice firm. "And I won't let you push me away."

Lugard raised an eyebrow, his gaze piercing through her. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice dripping with menace.

Lugard thought to himself, his eyes glinting with amusement. so that is what you think "Being pretty, cute, well-mannered, makes you worthy to touch me?".

he looked at her as he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're nothing but a pesky little insect buzzing around my head, thinking you're worthy of my attention."

Lisa's face reddened with anger, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm more than just a pesky little insect!" she exclaimed, her voice rising. "I'm your wife, and I won't be treated like dirt!"

Lugard turned back to face her, his expression cold and unyielding. "You're not my wife," I never approve of you as one. he said his voice firm. "You're just a nuisance I have to tolerate. And as for touching my face, forget it.

Lisa's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to cry.