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He finally moved his gaze away from the laptop screen toward her. “Are you asking me to eat you?”
Lu Zhaoyang quickly retracted her hand. It was only meant to be a prank to tease him.
“I’m heading inside.” She picked up the empty platter and walked briskly into the house.
Huo Yunting listened to her rushed footsteps and felt a little disheartened.
Since he could not find it in himself to let her go, he had allowed her to remain by his side despite her role in his mother’s death.
Just thinking about it ruined his mood. He slapped his laptop shut loudly.
Back in the living room, Lu Zhaoyang felt lost and uncertain about her relationship with Huo Yunting.
She stopped in front of a pot of Lily of the Valley and played around with the tiny white flowers. However, because of her bad mood, she was not too gentle with them.
“Ma’am, what are you doing?”
“I…” Lu Zhaoyang looked down and noticed the white petals scattered at her feet. The plant had no more flowers left.
“I want some flowers to soak my feet.” She bent down and started picking the flowers up.
“You can just ask us to do things like these.”
A few maids immediately went to her aid and made her idle again.
She scratched her head in vexation and turned around, just in time to see Huo Yunting entering the house.
“Are you done already?” She asked with a smile.
Even if she was feeling unhappy, she thought it was better to hide it from Huo Yunting in case it would dampen his mood.
“I’m going out for dinner tonight, don’t come with me,” Huo Yunting said as he walked past her. He left his laptop at home and drove away.
After he was gone, Lu Zhaoyang ate dinner by herself. Everything tasted like cardboard and she ate very little.
When it was time for bed, she found it difficult to go to sleep because of her long nap in the afternoon. Besides, Huo Yunting was not home yet.
It was close to midnight, but he had not returned.
Lu Zhaoyang began to worry. She reached for her phone and dialed his number.
The dial tone rang and rang before it connected, but then it hung up on her.
She paused in surprise before re-dialing his number.
She listened to the dial tone as she got out of bed.
Did something happen to him?
When the call failed to connect again, she started preparing her clothes to head outside.
Suddenly, she saw a beam of light flashed through the window and heard honking outside.
He was on his way back, no wonder he ended the call.
Lu Zhaoyang proceeded to get the bathwater ready for him.
It had been awhile since she did these things for him.
After that, she went back to bed. When he stepped into the bedroom, she said softly, “Your bath is ready.”
Huo Yunting ignored her and went straight into the bathroom.
After so much worrying throughout the night, Lu Zhaoyang felt like a weight was off her shoulders. Fatigue overwhelmed her and she slept almost instantly.
In the midst of her sleep, she felt someone lay down beside her. It was someone who smelled like they were freshly out of the shower.
She could not help but snuggled to his side. She put her right arm was over his belly and buried her head in his chest.
Huo Yunting became wary of the physical affection. Was she asleep or not?
If she was doing this unconsciously, he might just feel… very happy.
Minutes, then hours, passed, but Huo Yunting could not sleep. Her feminine presence so close to him was like a silent temptation.