Chapter 31 Lugard's face turned black as coal
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The maid's eyes flashed with anger, but Lisa just chuckled and took a step closer to her. "You can think or frame anything you like," Lisa said, her voice low and menacing. "But in this house, I will get to the bottom of this. And I will find out who's behind it."
With that, Lisa turned and walked away, leaving the maid looking frustrated and worried. As Lisa disappeared from view, the maid's face twisted into a scowl, and she muttered under her breath, "You'll never find out the truth."
Lisa walked back to her room, her mind racing with possibilities. She knew she had to be careful, She would find out who had pushed her into the pool, and she would make sure they paid for what they had done.
When Lugard returned to the estate, he was greeted by an unsettling silence. He stepped into the foyer, his eyes scanning the room for Lisa, and found her on the couch, engrossed in a novel. She didn't look up, her gaze fixed on the pages, her expression unreadable.
Lugard's eyes narrowed slightly, his brow furrowing in surprise. He expected a warm smile or a greeting, or even questions about why he was angry but Lisa's indifference was palpable. He felt a pang of curiosity, wondering what was bothering this little troublemaker.
Without a word, Lugard walked towards his room, his footsteps echoing through the silent hallway. He didn't bother to announce his presence or try to engage Lisa in conversation. His calm and collected demeanor masked a hint of irritation.
Lisa's gaze flickered up, her eyes flashing with a cold glare as she watched him disappear into his room. "Cold demon king," she muttered under her breath, her voice barely audible.
When she returned to her room, Lisa felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had escaped the tension in the foyer, and the silence that had grown thicker than fog. She closed the door behind her, the soft click a welcome sound.
when it was already time for dinner.
The servants knocked softly on Lisa's door, their voices gentle as they called out, "Miss Lisa, dinner is served. Please come down to the dining room."
Lisa, still lost in thought lying on her bed, replied without getting up, "Please, bring my food to my room. I'm not feeling like going down tonight."
The servants nodded and withdrew, their footsteps quiet as they made their way back downstairs.
Lisa, now alone, stood up and began to prepare for the night. She walked over to her wardrobe and selected a beautiful pink nightgown, the silk fabric shimmering in the soft light of her room.
Next, Lisa entered the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air as she began to take a shower. The warm water cascaded down her skin, a soothing balm for her frazzled nerves.
Meanwhile, the servants returned downstairs, their faces solemn as they approached Lugard in the dining room. "Sir, madam asked us to bring her food to her room," one of them announced, their voice hesitant.
Lugard's face turned black as coal, his eyes flashing with anger. The atmosphere in the room grew oppressive, the air thickening with tension.
Lisa walked into the bathroom, the warm glow of the lights enveloping her like a cocoon. She turned on the shower, the sound of running water filling the air as she stepped under the spray.
The warm water cascaded down her skin, a soothing balm for her frazzled nerves. Lisa closed her eyes, letting the water wash away her worries. Her long black hair swirled around her, a dark halo that framed her face.
As she showered, Lisa's thoughts drifted away, her mind a thousand miles away. She was a goddess, a vision of loveliness, her skin a radiant canvas of white and ivory.
The sound of the shower filled the room, a gentle hum that seemed to match the beat of her heart. Lisa was lost in her own world, a world of serenity and peace.
Lugard's gaze narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. He pushed back his chair and stood up, his movements swift and decisive. "I'll go see her," he growled, his voice low and menacing.
The servants exchanged nervous glances, their eyes wide with fear. They knew better than to cross Lugard when he was in a mood like this.
As Lugard stormed out of the dining room, the sound of his footsteps echoed through the hallway, a drumbeat of anger and frustration. He reached Lisa's room and paused, his hand hovering over the doorknob.
The sound of running water grew louder, a siren's call that drew him in. Lugard's heart raced with anticipation, his mind a whirlwind of emotions.
He turned the handle and pushed open the door, his eyes scanning the room with a swift, possessive glance. The pink and light blue decor seemed to glow in the soft light, a feminine sanctuary that seemed to whisper sweet nothings to him.
Lugard entered Lisa's room, his eyes scanning the space with a swift, possessive glance. The pink and light blue decor seemed to glow in the soft light, a feminine sanctuary that seemed to whisper sweet nothings to him.
He walked over to the couch and sat down, his movements swift and decisive. The sound of running water from the bathroom filled the air, a gentle hum that seemed to match the beat of his heart.
Lugard's gaze fell upon the pink nightgown laid out on the bed, a delicate confection of silk and lace that seemed to glow in the soft light. He frowned, his eyes narrowing as he wondered what Lisa was thinking, hiding away in her room like a wounded bird.
The room was filled with the sweet fragrance of Lisa's perfume, a fresh and floral scent that seemed to wrap itself around Lugard's senses. He sat there, his face cold and unreadable, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door as if willing Lisa to emerge.
As he waited, the sound of running water grew louder, a soothing melody that seemed to calm the storm brewing inside him. But Lugard's heart remained a maelstrom of emotions, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that he couldn't quite untangle.
Lisa emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel, her long black hair dripping wet and cascading down her back like a waterfall of night. She didn't notice Lugard sitting on the couch, her eyes fixed on the floor as she made her way to her dresser.
The towel wrapped around her body, accentuating her curves, her skin a radiant canvas of white and ivory. She began to comb out her hair, her movements gentle and soothing.
Lugard's gaze was fixed on her, his eyes drinking in the sight of her. He sat there, motionless, his face cold and unreadable. But his eyes betrayed him, flashing with a hint of warmth, a spark of desire.
Lisa, oblivious to Lugard's presence, continued to comb out her hair, her movements slow and sensual. The towel began to slip, revealing a hint of her shoulder, a glimpse of her skin.
Lugard's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in frustration. He wanted to get up, to walk over to her, to wrap his arms around her. But he remained seated, frozen in place, his eyes fixed on Lisa as if mesmerized.
As Lisa finished combing her hair, she reached for a brush on her dresser, her movements causing the towel to slip further. Lugard's eyes followed the movement, his gaze fixed on the exposed skin.
Lisa, still unaware of Lugard's presence, began to brush her hair, her strokes smooth and gentle. The towel slipped again, revealing a hint of her back, and a curve of her spine.
Lugard's face darkened, his eyes flashing with desire. He shifted in his seat, his movements subtle, but betraying his growing unease.
Just as Lisa was about to turn around, she caught a glimpse of Lugard in the mirror. Her eyes widened in surprise, her brush hovering in mid-air.
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