Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 768 - 301. [Heartbreaking Fairy Tale] The Beginning of the End (5)_3
Lu Huai’an carried the seemingly asleep Lin Chu into the bedroom and placed her on the bed. Just as he was about to straighten up, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He was caught off guard.
Lu Huai’an’s head was pulled down, leaving only a paper-thin distance between their faces. If he had reacted a moment slower, their lips would have touched.
The unique fragrance of a young girl, mixed with the rich aroma of red wine, transformed into the most primitive temptation under these circumstances.
Her tear-dampened eyelashes clung together, her eyes misty and blurred, cheeks flushed, breathing slightly heavy, lips slightly parted, her body warm and soft...
Lu Huai’an hadn’t drunk any wine, but it seemed he was the one intoxicated.
The tangled memories of that sleepless night suddenly flooded his mind.
Under the guise of alcohol and drugs, he recalled the reckless abandon, her cries, her whispers of ’I’m sorry’...
He seemed to understand why the beast of torment, suppressed for over a decade, broke free that night—mad, unrestrained, tearing and biting.
Because the beast tormenting him was Lin Chu.
Lu Huai’an propped himself up slightly by his elbows, distancing himself from her. His defined fingers grasped Lin Chu’s chin, his handsome face cold and indifferent, with not a ripple of emotion, but his dark eyes emitted a chilling light.
Darkness, danger.
"Lin Chu, are you pretending?"
The man’s voice was as frigid as ice, Lin Chu struggled to open her eyelids, looking hazily at the handsome face so close to hers.
Her arms were still wrapped around his neck, though her left hand was weak, as long as her wrist wasn’t touched, she was fine.
A gentle smile spread across her brow as she vaguely responded, "Pretend... pretend what?"
Her voice was already pleasant, but now with the intention to seduce him, it was filled with a hint of intoxication, making it particularly enchanting to the ear.
Some part of his body began to change uncontrollably, and Lu Huai’an’s pupils glimmered with a terrifying chill, his fists involuntarily clenched, "Drunk like this and still daring to bring a man to bed, do you know how to spell ’shame’?"
Hearing his words, Lin Chu chuckled softly.
She slightly tilted her head up, her rosy lips pecking his Adam’s apple; it was just a light touch, quickly retreating.
Her heavy head fell back onto the pillow, the smile on her cheek grew brighter, she said slowly, "You’re Lu Huai’an, not just anyone else, even if you’re lost in a crowd, with my eyes closed, seeing nothing, I can still find you."
Simple words, each ordinary beyond ordinary.
But something in Lu Huai’an’s heart suddenly trembled.
As if to cover up some emotion, he pulled her arms from around his neck and mercilessly tossed them back onto the pillow.
Standing up, he didn’t spare her another glance, striding long-legged towards the door.
He had carried Lin Chu back to the apartment without changing shoes, the sound of his black leather shoes on the floor, unlike his usual steady pace.
"Lu Huai’an, if you won’t sweet talk to coax me, won’t you at least make me a cup of sobering tea and then give me a bath?"
An anguished voice sounded from behind.
Even without turning back, Lu Huai’an could imagine how pitifully she must look.
No one was better at acting than Lin Chu.
"Ha!" Lu Huai’an let out a cold laugh, his handsome features expressionless, his voice indifferent beyond measure, "Am I your family’s servant?"
Lin Chu freed her face from the covers he’d thrown over her head, her black hair scattered messily over her face, her almond eyes innocent and pitiful, like a newborn kitten.
She watched the man’s tall and proud back, softly complaining, "What servant... aren’t you my husband?"
In her eyes, the present tense and completed past tense were the same. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
All these years, Lin Chu had never dared to call him that to his face, but in private, she had called him ’husband, husband’ countless times, whenever Jiang Muzhou saw Lu Huai’an from afar, he would remind her: "Lin, your husband is here, aren’t you going to put down the knife in your hand?"
Husband, husband...
Lin Chu thought, there couldn’t be a better-sounding title than these two words, and if there were, it would be Lu Huai’an calling her ’wife’ gently.
But she thought that would be more challenging than climbing to heaven.
Lu Huai’an’s dark eyes remained calm, his indifferent tone causing no ripple, "I wake up at six, not a minute late. If you don’t want me to drag you from bed and throw you in the courtyard, you better disappear from this bedroom before six."
With that, he left the bedroom.
This was the second time Lu Huai’an had brought Lin Chu over.
He thought he must be quite ill.
Lu Huai’an loosened the buttons on his shirt collar, took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, and headed to the study with a wine glass and a box of cigarettes.
In this apartment, only the study provided a view of the entire river at night.
With only a small wall lamp on, casting a dim light, he stood quietly by the floor-to-ceiling window. Without the tiny orange glow at his fingertips, he might have blended completely into the darkness.
His head slightly lowered, he looked at the prosperous yet silent city, even his silhouette exuded indifference.
A glass of wine, a cigarette.
The fourth time his phone vibrated, he finally picked it up.
"Lu Huai’an, Weiwei has been by your side all these years, never complaining even without a clear identity, don’t tell me you’re gonna marry Lin Chu now!"
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The door closed, cutting off Lin Chu’s view.
She was still wearing her daytime clothes, hadn’t showered or brushed her teeth, reeking of alcohol, feeling quite uncomfortable.
But her body lacked strength, she didn’t even want to move, let alone get up and roll into the bathroom.
This room was at the far corner, separated from Lu Huai’an’s bedroom by two rooms. The entire apartment was decorated in a minimalist black, white, and gray theme, even with the light on, it felt cold and desolate.
Just like Lu Huai’an.
Standing before him, just centimeters apart, he still seemed as distant as the sky.
As if he had built a sturdy city in his heart, a desolate desert inside, encased by a cold frost, with only himself living in it, unable to come out, others unable to enter.
Spring, summer, autumn, winter, rain and snow, every true emotion only he understood.
Loneliness, indifference.
All similar words could be used to describe him.
No one could see through him, not even Lin Chu.
After ten years of pursuit, she was still excluded outside the city, yet she seemed hypnotized, poisoned by something called ’Lu Huai’an.’
He was cold as ice, even in the scorching summer, he could make her shiver.
His words were like knives with blades, scraping at the most vulnerable part of her heart, when she said it hurt, he couldn’t hear.
All her disguises and lies were exposed under his sharp eagle eyes, yet the simplest and easiest to decipher lie, he never paid much attention to.
He cut her flesh with knives, but occasionally he would bend to kiss her bleeding heart, even the slightest sweetness would make her lose herself and forget all the pain.
Endlessly, day after day, month after month.
From the moment Lin Chu poured that packet of white powder into the teacup, there was no turning back in this high-stakes gamble.
As sleep overcame her, Lin Chu slowly closed her eyes.
"Lu Huai’an, because I don’t know if I’ll meet you in the next life, so in this life, I want to give you my best. Please don’t hate me, okay?"
Her voice was soft as a breeze, sounding like subconscious murmurs.
Just like a feather falling on the lake, creating ripples that hadn’t spread before disappearing.
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