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Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Guilty
"She fell asleep crying?" Vincent muttered, a pang of guilt coursing through him.
"She didn’t even eat anything other than breakfast the whole day." Lucas said, observing Vincent’s guilt with a sense of satisfaction.
A tired yawn escaped Lucas’s lips as he stretched his arms.
"I’m so sleepy." he announced, rising to his feet and making his way toward the house.
Vincent wanted to follow him, but Lucas stopped him, locking eyes with him, his blue orbs filled with coldness.
"You’re not allowed." he said, shutting the door firmly.
Vincent stood at the door, his hand hovering in the air, about to knock, but he hesitated, looking at the closed door.
Vincent stood by the door, gazing up at the sky.
The absence of the moon and stars made the dark clouds seem even more ominous.
He had thought the rainy season was over, but the rain persisted, nothing new in this unpredictable world.
He remained rooted to the spot, unmoving as the rain intensified.
Soon, he was drenched, his dark hair plastered against his face.
The rain soaked his clothes, outlining his form in the dim light.
His face remained shrouded in darkness, except for his piercing red eyes, glowing like those of a predator.
Each droplet clung to his eyelashes before sliding down his cheeks.
His hands clenched at his sides, a silent testament to his inner turmoil.
Lucas found himself wide awake, not wanting Kyra to go to bed hungry.
He headed to the kitchen to prepare a meal for her.
It was only 8 o’clock anyway, so waking her wouldn’t be an issue.
He decided on rice and retrieved some fresh meat from the cold storage, likely placed there by Pablo.
Carefully washing and cutting the meat into small pieces, he cooked it with honey, hoping to create a delicious dish.
Next, he whipped up some vegetable stir-fry and a hot soup, concerned that Kyra might catch a fever after being out in the rain.
Cooking wasn’t his forte, but he knew enough to make something edible.
Despite usually being lazy in the kitchen, he was ready to do anything for Kyra.
As the rain pattered against the window, Lucas couldn’t shake the thought of Vincent still outside.
Should he allow him in? He chewed on his lip, his blue eyes growing more expressive, like swirling water.
Snakes are comfortable in water, aren’t they? He should be fine.
Yeah, snakes can handle water pretty well. So, Vincent should be okay out there in the rain.
Heading back into the room, Lucas made his way to the bed, settling on the edge as he softly nudged Kyra awake. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑝𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
"Ky-ky, wake up. Food’s ready," he murmured.
Slowly, Kyra’s blurry eyes fluttered open, meeting Lucas’s face hovering close to hers.
She reached out, brushing her fingertips against his cheek, a soft smile tugging at Lucas’s lips as he held her hand.
"You must be hungry. Let’s eat, then you can go back to sleep," Lucas suggested, assisting Kyra as she rose from the bed, still groggy from sleep.
"Thanks," Kyra replied with a yawn, shuffling towards the washroom. "I’ll be right back."
Lucas swiftly busied himself in the kitchen, setting the table and preparing the meal.
By the time Kyra returned, her mind was fully awake, her thoughts drifting back to Vincent.
"Did Vincent come?" she asked hesitantly.
Lucas looked up, meeting her gaze. "Yes, he was outside."
A smile spread across Kyra’s face as she moved to dash towards the door, but Lucas caught her, pulling her back into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her waist.
"Don’t go! He needs to understand, Kyra. Forgiveness isn’t always easy," Lucas whispered into her ear, his touch comforting as he lifted her and guided her to a chair.
As she sat, he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, a blush rising on Kyra’s cheeks as she settled into her seat.
Kyra listened to the gentle patter of rain outside, her gaze inevitably drawn to the door. Anxious, she nibbled on her plump lips, worry clouding her eyes.
Sensing her unease, Lucas hurriedly prepared food and set it on plates.
"Kyra, you need to eat. Don’t think about Vincent." he urged.
Kyra’s stomach growled, and feeling hungry, she started eating.
But Kyra couldn’t shake the thought of Vincent also being hungry. Her eyes darted back to the door.
"Don’t worry, I’ve made food for him too," Lucas reassured her, finishing his meal and taking a gulp of water.
Once they had eaten, Kyra sank onto the sofa, her attention still fixated on the door.
Lucas, noticing her preoccupation, sat beside her, gently turning her face towards him and pulling her onto his lap.
Kyra gasped in surprise as Lucas kissed her suddenly, his lips moving tenderly against hers.
As he deepened the kiss, Kyra’s shock gave way to desire, her body heating up with longing.
Feeling her response, Lucas held her close, his lips trailing from hers to her chin and then down her neck.
Kyra’s breath hitched as he nipped at her right breast through her clothes, sending shivers down her spine.
Lucas’s hands, though occupied, explored the softness of Kyra’s left breast, his fingers tracing the curves with desire evident in his eyes.
With a soft moan, Kyra surrendered to the pleasure, her body arching towards him.
Lucas, sensing her need, lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
"Wait for me here, I’ll be back soon," he whispered before slipping out the door to check on Vincent,He was still here.
Lucas silently left the door open.
A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he returned to Kyra, ready to continue where they left off.
With Kyra nestled against the pillows, Lucas wasted no time in joining her on the bed.
Catching sight of him returning, Kyra couldn’t help but bite her lip in anticipation.
Lucas smirked at her reaction, pulling her close for another passionate kiss.
His hands roamed over her soft buttocks.
The intimacy of their touch only fueled his desire, his arousal growing stronger with each passing moment, all thanks to her.
