But despite her self-encouragement, when Lucas walked in and put his hand under her skirt, she couldn’t help feeling guilty and quickly pushed his hand away.
“Sit down for a while; it’ll be ready soon,” she said, forcing a smile as she turned her head.
“So obedient,” he remarked.
His hand moved over again, and his intense gaze pierced through her thin nightgown, landing on her buttocks. His hand pushed up her nightgown, and his leg pushed in, forcing her legs apart with a bit of force.
“I need to wash the vegetables,” she said, her breath catching as she felt him deliberately rubbing against her.
Lucas chuckled lowly, one hand around her waist and the other picking up the cookbook, which featured very light dishes.
Lucas threw the cookbook aside, picked up a carrot, and threw it into the sink. The splashing water sprayed her face.
Amy wiped the water off her face, suppressed her anger, and turned to look at him, only to find him staring at her.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Amy’s face flushed.
Lucas smiled, leaned down, and whispered softly in her ear, “Do you know your bust shape is very beautiful?”
Amy was dumbfounded again. She hurriedly lowered her head and saw that her silk nightgown was soaked, clinging to her body and accentuating the two protrusions. The crimson embroidered flowers on her intimate garment were particularly eye-catching.
Lucas’s fingers hooked on her shoulder, gently pulling the thin straps down, slowly beginning to peel the nightgown off her body.
As she shivered, his arms came around and pulled her into his embrace, skillfully undoing her bra, freeing her breasts and pressing them softly against his chest.
“Don’t do this…” Amy couldn’t speak again. She had planned all day to try to ease the atmosphere a bit, probe a little into his affairs, but at the crucial moment, she completely fell apart.
“Not this again. Say something else to make me happy,” he murmured against her earlobe, gently blowing air.
“Let’s have some wine,” Amy thought for a while and squeezed out a sentence.
“Did you buy wine?” he squinted, staring at her flushed face.
“No, you go buy it!” Amy blurted out.
There was a moment of silence, and then Lucas laughed again, picking her up and placing her on the countertop. Unfortunately, she happened to be sitting on a pile of vegetables.
“Wait, don’t start in the kitchen again… How about you buy two bottles of wine on your way back?” Amy’s hands pressed on his shoulders, trying her best to remain calm, not wanting to panic and get hurt by him again, unsure of how to resist.
Lucas raised his eyebrows slightly, asking in a low voice, “You want to get me drunk?”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Amy met his gaze, whispering softly, “I can’t handle alcohol well. When I’m drunk, I don’t know anything, and you can do whatever you want, isn’t that what you like?”
“Heh, you’ve improved after a day out,” Lucas’s eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness.
“I’ll cook; you go upstairs and wait for me. I’m hungry too,” Amy forced a smile, pushing his hand away from her waist.
“Let’s go together. I doubt you can make anything by yourself,” Lucas said indifferently, picking up her phone from the table and calling the driver, Zhao Liang, to go buy the wine.
“Now, for the appetizer,” he threw aside the phone and lifted her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her upstairs.
Amy could clearly feel the changes in his body. She hugged his neck tightly, trying to avoid touching him there, but every time he climbed a step, he deliberately brushed against her. Before long, she started reacting, feeling damp and impulsive.
“You’re doing this on purpose!” she finally couldn’t help but push his chest tightly against her.
“And you’re not?” he raised an eyebrow, his lips curled in a sarcastic smile.
Amy fell silent. She had intentionally dressed like this, hoping to confuse him a little and extract some information from him. But it seemed that she still had a lot to learn! Nevertheless, she didn’t worry; she was sure he would reveal his true colors sooner or later!
“You want me to be a good wife to you, so I have to learn, right? Let me ask you something, did you help me pay off my debts?”
“What, touched?” he glanced at her, a glint in his eyes, lips quirking up.
“You’re really generous,” Amy felt numb being looked at by him like that.
“I’m generous with my pets,” he said calmly, placing her on the wooden staircase.
Amy knew that as long as she depended on him for a day, he could say anything. He had truly become her big creditor now, and she could only do her best to cope. She just wondered, between dealing with many creditors and dealing with him as her creditor, which one was more difficult?