Chapter 1321


    Selfish?


    Domineering?


    Sheer possessiveness?


    Was he?


    Luke was lost in thought.


    On the other side...


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    Eileen was lying in the bathtub. Her body was soaked in the warm water.


    Her eyes were closed, her fingers shivering slightly.


    Luke''s words still echoed in her ears. They were so clear, so powerful!


    However, she no longer wanted to be with


    him.


    After eight years of hurt and having enormous scars on her heart, she no longer wanted Luke''s


    affection!


    Stepping out of the bathtub, she put on some soft and soothing music. She wanted to scrub the


    memories and traces of the night. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.


    But she couldn''t sleep. Maybe it was after a n hour or two that she finally fell asleep.


    What Luke felt for her was not love, just possessiveness.


    She had been his woman. How could any other man possess her?


    Eileen knew him well.


    Early the next morning...


    Brandy pushed open the door and walked


    into the room. Looking at the mess in the room, he froze for a moment.


    On the bed, the sheet had crumpled into a mess. Everything was in disarray.


    Brad''s little head was facing him. The little boy rubbed his sleepy eyes and greeted," Good morning,


    Brandy."


    The sound woke Luke up. He rubbed his eyed slightly and sat up from his bed.


    The sleeves of his shirt were still pulled up at his upper arms, his strong, thick wrists shown, and his


    hair was messy.


    He had thought too muchst night. He didn''t know when he fell asleep.


    He hadn''t changed out of his shirt, neither had he showered.


    He felt something between his legs. He lifted the nket and Brad''s feet were exposed.


    Brandy felt happy. Luke and Brad were finally getting close. "Breakfast is ready."


    Then Brandy left the room. He closed the door behind him. Luke shook his aching head. He looked


    at Brad, "What are you doing here?"


    "I came over to get my storybookst night. I found you were having a nightmare. You kept


    screaming no, no, no... Your forehead was all sweaty. So Iy down next to you. You held me in


    your arms and stopped screaming. Then I fell asleep in a few minutes." Brad told him.


    It seemed Luke was having nightmares against night. He couldn’t remember much.


    He thought he must have dreamed about Zora.


    "I had a ssmate. He once said his father also had nightmares every night. He always dreamed


    that he was a murderer. His father had nightmares like that every night. My ssmate said he


    always heard his dad screaming at night."


    Luke tucked his son in and asked, "What happened to his dad afterward?"


    "His dad lost a lot of weight in a month. His mom took him to see a psychiatrist, and after a month,


    his dad was cured." Brad crawled onto Luke''sp. He asked curiously, "Dad, do you think that''s


    mental illness?”


    Mental illness?


    Luke furrowed his brows. He dropped his sleeves. He almost gave a p on Brad''s butt.


    How could he have a mental illness?


    But, finally, he resisted the impulse and asked, "Why would you think that?"


    "It''s OK to have dreams like that once in a while. I sometimes have nightmares at night too. But his


    father had dreams of killing people every night. That''s not OK. It must be a mental illness." The little


    boy was now lying on his stomach beside his father, his little butt puckered up, and he sounded


    serious.