63: ONCE AGAIN


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    ARIEL’S POV


    The day had gotten dark, and here I was, sitting down in Luke’s bedroom, d in my soft and


    comfortable night robe. The wedding had finallye to an end, and I was once again Luke’s wife. I


    was back to the billionaire.


    Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Luke emerged from the steam–filled bathroom, his body adorned


    only with a towel snugly wrapped around his waist. Drops of water went down his drenched hair, giving


    it a tousled, seductive appearance.


    The sight of his well–sculpted abs peeking through the fabric of the towel was undeniably appealing. In


    that instant, he exuded a captivating charm that was hard to resist.


    Luke’s presence in the room was maic. His captivating gaze locked with mine, and a mischievous


    smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The allure of his rugged masculinity was impossible to ignore.


    But I quickly turned my face away. What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn’t start taking my mind too far.


    I nced at Luke once again, and he was still staring at me. I don’t know, but it seems like he’s waiting


    for something to happen. What in the world was going on in that mind of his?


    At the moment, he had the looks, the charm, everything, but I was trying my best not to fall for his trap.


    One nce at him, and his broad shoulders were wless. He gave me that million–dor smile, but no


    way. I wasn’t going to let his looks control me.


    But honestly, it was really hard to withstand. He was indeed a beauty to behold, with those dreamy


    eyes and a body like a god. It had been a long time since I had seen his chest, and I was quite


    stunned. Lost in this beauty now.


    As Luke took some steps forward, I turned my face away, not wanting to get swayed by his


    looks.


    “I thought you were sleeping,” Luke said, standing in front of a mirror. He dried his hair up with a small


    towel, and he flung it away.


    He gazed at the mirror for a few seconds, deep in thought, and I couldn’t help but wonder what he was


    thinking about. The moment he turned around, I took my eyes in another


    direction.


    “What’s the problem, Ariel?” He asked softly.


    “The problem?” I made a puzzled face and looked at him once again. “What are you talking about?”


    “Ever since I got out of the shower, I’ve been noticing that look you’ve been giving me.”


    I stared at him for a moment. “I’m sorry. Say what now?”


    “Stop ying dumb around here,” Luke said, and he traipsed towards me. “You clearly know what I’m


    talking about.”


    “No, I don’t,” I stated.


    “Yes, you do,” Luke called out, now adjacent to me. I was sitting on the bed while he was standing.


    “So, tell me, what was going on in your mind?” He asked.


    “That’s none of your business,’ I answered, turning my face away.


    “You are my wife now, so you better show some respect around here,” he said, but I didn’t even nce


    at him one bit.


    “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” he vocalized. His tone was kind of harsh.


    1 looked him in the eyes. “Don’t start thinking I’m going to be your ve or something”


    “I never said anything like that,” Luke uttered.


    “But I believe that’s what you’re thinking, right? Since I’m married to you now, you can start treating me


    just the way you want.”


    “Okay, Ariel. Don’t get things twisted around here.”


    “I’m not getting anything twisted. I’m only saying the truth. And if you think I’m that Ariel who you can do


    shit to, you’re clearly mistaking.”


    “Why are you getting angry all of a sudden?” Luke asked, fixing his hands on his waist.


    “I’m not angry; I’m just trying to let you know a few things. You might be the owner of this mansion,


    having power over everyone living in it. But don’t think you can control me.”


    Luke scanned me in silence, and then he let out a deep sigh. “You know what? You can have the


    bedroom for yourself.”


    He stormed out of the room after that. And after some seconds, he came back, grabbed his nightwear,


    and left. I exhaled deeply afterwards.


    I didn’t know what was wrong. I was supposed to make this man fall in love with me, not hate. me. I


    knew this was going to be really hard.


    ****


    I blinked my eyes open, slowly waking from my slumber. The morning sunlight streamed. through the


    window, casting a warm glow on the bedroom walls. I stretched my arms and yawned, feeling the


    sleepiness fade away. It was time to start the day.


    I swung my legs out of bed and sat up, rubbing my eyes. I reached for my slippers and slid them onto


    my feet, feeling the softness beneath my toes. Then I stood up and walked towards the closet.


    Opening the closet door, I gazed at the neatly arranged clothes. I had brought these yesterday


    from my house, and the maids here had helped me arrange them in the closet. That was nice


    of them.


    I chose a simple ck dress, loving how these types of clothes disy my curves, letting people know


    the definition of true beauty.


    I walked to the bathroom to freshen up. I brushed my teeth, feeling the minty freshness in my mouth.


    Then, I sshed water on my face, washing away any remnants of sleep. I turned on the shower after


    that, and the water was so refreshing.


    I grabbed the soap and began tother my skin gently, the scent ofvender filling the air. As the drips


    trickled down my face, I closed my eyes and let the melodies flow from my lips. I was singing ‘My Love‘


    by Westlife. The lyrics were stuck in my head.


    With each verse, my voice soared higher, carrying my emotions to the heavens above. It was as if the


    shower became my stage, and the water globs were my adoring fans. I sang so loud, losing myself in


    the euphoria of the moment.


    As the water continued to move over my body, my voice grew softer, like a gentle whisper in the wind. I


    relished the raindrops that fell on my skin, embracing their delicate touch.


    My voice grew stronger as I closed my eyes, letting the water wash away any crimps. My voice,


    unfiltered and raw, continued filling the bathroom with a sense of tranquility. I had no idea I could sing


    like this.


    I swayed to the rhythm, my body moving effortlessly with the melody. The water sshed as my hands


    gracefully glided through the air, mimicking the waves of the ocean. My voice soared, carrying the


    weight of my feelings with each note.


    I didn’t know, but I was in the spirit, and it’s been long since I raised my voice like this, bringing out


    magnificent melodies.


    The door opened, and I gasped, turning around and trying to cover my naked body.


    Luke was the one who entered the bathroom, and the jerk couldn’t even turn away. He scanned every


    part of my body, from up to down.