Chapter 2966 - 156: Sleeping Alone, So Cold (1)

Chapter 2966: Chapter 156: Sleeping Alone, So Cold (1)

A few seconds later, Harrison Lucas forced himself to hold back the nasal tone in his voice and then said, "Alright, I understand."

Harrison Lucas took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness in his nasal cavity.

Ben Lucas heard Harrison Lucas’s slightly soft and dampened voice, his brows furrowing slightly.

But his deep gaze fell on Harrison Lucas’s slender back, and there was a moment when he wanted to go over to check on her, but the obsidian in his eyes brushed past her figure, pushing down the impulse within.

Ben Lucas didn’t linger. He picked up his overcoat and left the bedroom without looking back.

When the bedroom door closed, Harrison Lucas, standing in front of the wardrobe, lightly swayed.

As the sound of the suite’s outer door closing reached her, Harrison Lucas finally couldn’t hold on any longer, her body uncontrollably sliding downward.

The teeth biting tightly on her lower lip loosened, and a whimper spread faintly in the empty bedroom.

Big Brother, Big Brother... Why did everything suddenly change like this...

*

After a while...

When Harrison Lucas looked at her swollen red eyes in the mirror, she suddenly felt like a fool.

How could she let herself have a good cry after Big Brother left?

She wasn’t one of those delicate women; crying couldn’t solve any problem, no crying allowed!

Moreover, tears would make her eyes red and swollen, and Harrison Lucas didn’t want to face herself with such obviously swollen eyelids.

She worried that Big Brother, when returning, would notice, and if he asked, she wouldn’t know what to explain.

Harrison Lucas took a towel dampened with cold water, enduring the icy chill as she applied it to her swollen eyes in the snowy winter.

She applied it for a long time, only managing to reduce the swelling somewhat; it was less noticeable.

Harrison Lucas came out of the bathroom and saw the time, realizing it was already late.

They had arrived at the hotel at three o’clock in the afternoon, and now it was nine o’clock at night, but Big Brother hadn’t returned.

Harrison Lucas was an underling, never inquiring about Big Brother’s whereabouts.

She didn’t call to ask Ben Lucas where he was or when he’d return, instead slightly tidying her mood and ordering room service.

She didn’t dare to eat downstairs, fearing that Big Brother would need her when he returned, but she wouldn’t be there.

But when Harrison Lucas finished her dinner, called the service to collect the plates, then washed her hair and took a shower, drying her hair until sleepiness hit, she couldn’t hold it any longer, and Ben Lucas still hadn’t returned.

"..."

Harrison Lucas looked at the King-size Bed in the center of the Presidential Suite, suddenly deeply missing the times when she occasionally squeezed onto another bed with Big Brother during the one month stay in the hospital room.

Even though Big Brother never did anything excessive, he would hold her, carefully avoiding her wounds, wrapped in his scorching embrace.

Compared to then, this King-size Bed seems to have no significance other than its grandeur.

Although Harrison Lucas now dislikes this King-size Bed.

Even though there are other guest rooms in the Presidential Suite besides the master bedroom.

But Harrison Lucas ultimately didn’t follow her true inclinations to go to the neighboring guest room.

She slept on the big bed, the bed she shared with Ben Lucas because she knew if she moved to the neighboring room, Big Brother would definitely ask why.

Harrison Lucas didn’t want to make Big Brother feel uneasy.

If he loved her, then she was his woman; if he didn’t, then she was his subordinate, no different.

...

Half-asleep, Harrison Lucas felt the big bed behind her being weighed down as if something heavy pressed it down.