Arranged Marriage: Beneath The Rumors

Chapter 59: Dead And Buried By Me

As Lisa hugged him, her beautiful scent filled his nose, a subtle blend of floral notes and sweet vanilla. Lugard's eyes narrowed, his senses caught off guard by the pleasant aroma. He wasn't used to noticing such things, wasn't used to being affected by them.

But there was something about Lisa's scent that drew him in, that made him want to breathe deeper. He felt a sudden urge to wrap his arms tighter around her, to hold her closer and inhale more of that sweet fragrance.

Lugard's gaze dropped to Lisa's face, his eyes tracing the curves of her cheekbones, the softness of her lips. He felt a pang of...not quite tenderness, but perhaps curiosity. What was it about this girl that affected him so?

As he looked at her, Lisa's scent continued to fill his senses, a constant reminder of her presence. Lugard's expression remained stoic, but his eyes betrayed a hint of softening, a crack in his usual armor.

He dropped his hair on Lisa's neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he breathed in deeply. Her scent enveloped him, a sweet and fresh fragrance that filled his senses. He felt a sense of calm wash over him, his tense muscles relaxing as he inhaled deeper.

Lisa's skin was soft and warm beneath his lips, her pulse beating steadily against his mouth. Lugard's eyes closed, his breathing slowing as he savored the moment. He didn't know why, but being close to Lisa like this felt...right.

As he breathed in her scent, Lugard felt a connection to her that he couldn't explain. It was as if her fragrance had awakened something deep within him, something he thought was long dead.

Lisa stirred in his arms, her hand rising to gently stroke his hair. "Mum?" she whispered, still lost in her dream.

Lugard's eyes opened, his gaze meeting Lisa's sleepy stare. For a moment, they just looked at each other, the only sound of their gentle breathing. Then, Lisa's eyes drooped, and she fell back asleep, her hand still tangled in Lugard's hair.

He continues to breathe in her fresh fragments.

As he was breathing in her fresh fragments, Lugard's eyelids grew heavy, his breathing slowing to match Lisa's gentle rhythm. He didn't know how or when, but his body relaxed, his mind quieting as he fell into a deep sleep.

His head remained nestled in the crook of Lisa's neck, his lips still brushing against her skin. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

The room was silent, the only sound was the soft rise and fall of their chests. The darkness was absolute, but in that moment, it felt warm and comforting, like a soft blanket wrapped around them.

Lugard's face, normally a mask of stoicism, was relaxed, his features softening as he slept. Lisa's hand remained tangled in his hair, her grip gentle as she held him close.

Together, they slept, lost in a world of dreams, their hearts beating as one.

As the minutes ticked by, the servants and the butler grew increasingly restless. They had been waiting outside Lisa's door for what felt like an eternity, expecting Lugard to emerge at any moment with orders to remove Lisa's unconscious body.

But the door remained closed, and an unsettling silence emanated from within. The servants exchanged nervous glances, their whispers growing more urgent.

"Where is he?" one of them whispered. "He should have come out by now."

"Perhaps he's...taking care of it himself," another servant suggested, her voice trembling.

The butler, Mr. Jenkins, cleared his throat, his expression stern. "We must be patient. Master Lugard will emerge when he is ready."

But as the silence stretched on, even Mr. Jenkins began to show signs of unease. He checked his pocket watch for what felt like the hundredth time, his brow furrowed in concern.