Arranged Marriage: Beneath The Rumors

Chapter 72: Naughty Wife

As the meal progressed, Lisa's resolve began to crumble. Lugard's unwavering gaze and calm demeanor chipped away at her defiance.

She couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why insist on keeping her as his wife when it was clear he didn't love her?

As the main course was cleared, Lugard leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving Lisa's.

after having their meals,

Lugard carried Lisa toward the elevator, ignoring her protests.

"Put me down, I can walk on my own," Lisa said, her crystal-clear eyes flashing with annoyance.

But Lugard remained unyielding, his grip firm.

As they approached the elevator, a girl's awestruck whisper echoed through the lobby.

"Wow, Emilia murmured, pointing at the couple. "Who is he?"

Her friends gasped in unison, eyes fixed on Lugard's chiseled features.

Emilia's gaze turned calculating, her eyes locking onto Lisa.

"I want him," Emilia declared, determination etched on her face. "I will make him mine."

Lisa, still captive in Lugard's arms, sensed the tension.

Her gaze met Emilia's, a spark of warning flashing between them.

The elevator doors slid open, and Lugard stepped inside.

As the doors closed, Emilia's voice echoed outside.

"I'll get him, no matter what it takes."

Lisa's heart sank, sensing trouble brewing.

Lugard's grip tightened, his eyes never leaving hers.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Lisa's gaze drifted to the elevator's mirrored wall.

"Nothing," she replied, her voice barely audible.

The elevator stopped on the top floor.

Lugard carried Lisa out, into his private suite.

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He put her down, his hands releasing their gentle but firm grip on her. Lisa stood, her feet sinking into the plush carpet.

Without a word, Lugard walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The sound of running water filled the suite.

Lisa gazed around the luxurious space, her eyes widening in appreciation. The suite was stunning, with rich wood paneling, cream-colored upholstery, and gold accents.

A stunning chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm glow. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered breathtaking views of the city skyline.

She strolled over to the windows, taking in the panoramic view. The city lights twinkled like diamonds, mesmerizing.

Lisa's thoughts turned to Lugard, wondering what he planned next.

The sound of running water stopped, and the bathroom door opened.

Lugard emerged, his hair damp, wearing a plush robe.

"Make yourself comfortable," he said, his voice low and husky.

Lisa's heart skipped a beat.

Lisa stared at this handsome god in front of her, lost in thought. His chiseled features, damp hair, and piercing eyes made her heart skip a beat.