A Drunken Decision ( Annabelle Ross )

Chapter 20 

Lucas watched as his wife transformed from a meek bunny into a stern tiger cub. “I don’t want to blow–dry my hair! It smells!” 

“Well, you can wipe your hair! I’ve got a great absorbent towel here. I’ll wipe your hair for you!” Annabelle offered and stood up from the ground to look for the towel she had just put away. 

Holding the towel, she first walked over to the couch. When she noticed that he was still standing there in a daze, she hurriedly beckoned him over. “Quick! Come here!” 

Lucas strode toward her. All the while, his gaze remained fixated on the small panties that she had unconsciously clutched in her hand. 

“What are you looking at? Is there…” Annabelle followed his gaze. The second she recognized the item in her own hand, her voice trailed off, and she put that hand behind herself. Wearing a straight face, she urged, “Hurry up!” 

He retracted his gaze and sat down in front of her. 

Her eyes darted between his head and the panties in her hand. A moment later, she blushed crimson and shoved it into her pocket. 

Then, she took the big towel she had placed beside her and used it to wipe his hair. 

Lucas‘ black hair was smooth and slightly long. Recalling how he looked with silver–framed eyeglasses and slicked–back hair, she thought, “God must have favored him when he was born.” 

“All right!” After wiping his hair for a few minutes, she placed the towel down. Although it was not thoroughly dry, it was still better than before. “Just ruffle your hair like this. It will be fine after that.” 

As she spoke, she seized the opportunity to run her fingers through his hair. It was a thrilling sensation as it made her feel like she was playing with a tiger’s fur. 

Lucas glanced at Annabelle, who, at that moment, was grinning like a mischievous kitten, and decided against chastising her.. Sensing his gaze, she immediately ceased her motions and picked up the wet towel before she headed toward the bathroom. “I–I am going to take a shower now.” 

While she was in the shower, she also washed her undergarments. At the sight of the clothes Lucas had set aside, she hesitated for a while and decided to wash his underwear by hand as well. 

Since they were now married, she would try her best to fulfill her duties as his wife. However, it did not mean that washing a husband’s underwear was the wife’s chore. If she were the one to use the bathroom first, then it would be his turn to wash their undergarments. 

Anyhow, she still felt shy and embarrassed about washing a man’s underwear for the first time. 

According to Lucas‘ habits in the past, he would stay in the study next door until around ten o’clock before heading back to his bedroom to rest. However, as of then, he could not leave when there was a woman in his bedroom, not to mention she was pregnant. “I think I can only leave her alone in the room after she becomes familiarized with this house first,” he thought. 

Therefore, he remained in his bedroom at that moment. Half–lying on the bed, he held a fantasy novel in his hand and flipped through the pages with a bored expression. It was Benjamin’s collection. Lucas had read it a few times before, but it never piqued his interest. It was the same for him at that time as he was just casually browsing through the novel. 

Therefore, his reaction when Annabelle came out of the bathroom was immediate, placing the book on the bedside table and raising his head to look at her. At that instant, the expression on his face froze. His newly–wed wife was wearing pink bunny onesie pajamas. The bunny’s ears would move and sway with every step she took. 

In response to the scene before him, Lucas was stumped for words. “Is she really 28 this year? She’s not underage, right?” he wondered. 

Nevertheless, he could still persuade himself to accept her clothing preferences. 

After all, she was not that silly to ask him to wear it. 

Having thought things through, he was not that troubled anymore. Alas, his expression froze once again when he saw his underwear fluttering in the breeze on the balcony. 

Although he tried his best to restrain his emotion, the tip of his ears still turned red. No one had washed his underwear for him since he grew up. Yet, a pregnant woman cleaned his undergarment for him. At that, he could not help but mock himself inwardly, “It’s as if I’ve aged backward.” 

After hanging the undergarment outside, Annabelle walked around the room to see if there was anything she could do. Only when she ascertained there was nothing left to be done did she slowly head toward the bedroom. 

Once she arrived at the other side of the bed, she feigned calmness as she looked at her husband and asked, “A–Aren’t you sleeping yet?” 

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Chapter 20 

After mocking himself, Lucas had, for some reason, grabbed that thick fantasy novel and held it in his hands again. However, no one knew if he actually read a word into his mind. 

When he heard her voice, he lowered the book, revealing his pair of beautiful eyes. “You can go to bed first. I’ll read for a while more. After speaking, he raised the book again and blocked his eyes with it. 

“Oh! All right!” 

In truth, Annabelle could not help but secretly heave a sigh of relief upon hearing his words. However, she soon felt troubled by the black bedding with gold trim. 

“It looks cool, but will it affect my sleep? The color is too gloomy, after all!” she wondered. 

Despite her great worry about her sleep quality that night, she had no choice but to climb onto the bed reluctantly. 

When Lucas could no longer hear any sounds coming from beside him, he pretended to read the book for a few minutes before placing the novel on the nightstand. While lying down, he sneaked a glance at the woman beside him. 

Annabelle was lying flat on her back. Her delicate and dainty face appeared even fairer under the contrast of the dark–colored pillow case and quilt. 

However, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if something was troubling her. 

Lying on his side, he extended a hand and poked her cheek, causing her to open her tightly–shut eyes immediately and look at the man beside her in confusion. 

“What’s wrong?” Lucas was aware that she was a pregnant woman and thus knew he should not ignore even a tad of discomfort that she felt. 

Annabelle maintained eye contact with him for a few seconds but still could not bring herself to mention anything about the color of the bedding. “I can’t sleep well in a different bed.” 

Her remark dumbfounded him. 

“That’s a tricky problem. I can’t possibly head to the Ross residence and move the bed she used to sleep on here, can I?” he wondered. 

“It’s fine!” Looking at him frowning contemplatively, she hurriedly responded, “I’ll get used to it after sleeping on it for two days or so.” 

“Okay,” Lucas responded a few seconds later. At the same time, he made a mental note to consult the doctor the next morning to see if they could solve the problem Annabelle was facing.” 

Sensing there was nothing much to talk about, Annabelle closed her eyes again. 

At that, Lucas switched off the lights and lay down on the bed as well. 

Even though they had closed their eyes, the duo was still wide awake in the dark. 

From that day onward, their lives were intertwined. They had become husband and wife that would share their joys and sorrows, and rely on each other till they grew old. 

However, the space between them was so vast that it was as if two more people could fit inside. 

With the lights off, Annabelle could no longer see the colors of the bedding and could finally let her imagination run wild. Visualizing that she was lying on her own bed with pink bedding and a big and soft bear plushie beside her, she fell asleep sometime later. 

“Hmm, the bear plushie seems a little far away from me today. But it’s okay. I have my babies, so I can fall asleep without hugging the plushie,” she thought amid her sleep. 

While she could fall asleep without hugging the plushie, she could not stop herself from reaching out for it. 

While Lucas was deep in reverie with his eyes closed, his wife, lying some distance away from him, had inched close to her without his knowledge. By the time he snapped out of his trance, her soft face was pressed against his arm, and her hand and leg were lying atop him. 

Needless to say, the man was nonplussed. 

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