She Was the Treasure All Along novel Chapter 450

The moment the words left her mouth, Loyce clearly felt the broad chest pressed against her suddenly tense up, the arm wrapped around her tightening its muscles in an instant.

Every movement and breath from the man behind her halted.

Loyce could even clearly feel his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

Immediately after, he pulled back a few inches, trying to create a pathetic amount of space on that narrow cot.

"Don't move! Loyce, don't move..."

Lucian's voice suddenly became extremely hoarse, even carrying a trace of near-frantic, desperately restrained warning squeezed through his gritted teeth.

Loyce's sleepiness instantly vanished by half due to his sudden reaction and abnormal tone.

She wasn't an innocent little girl who knew nothing of the world. She had just been groggy with sleep, but now, awakened by his unusual reaction, she understood.

A dead silence spread through the small tent, with only the low hum of the heater and the sound of their suddenly erratic heartbeats amplifying endlessly.

She could feel the heavy rise and fall of his chest, as well as those muscle lines still tense as stone.

After what felt like a century, his deep, enduring explanation finally came from above her head. "That just means I'm a man with a normal biological response, but I'm not going to do anything with you in this situation. Ignore my physical reaction and get some proper sleep."

Lucian tactfully left a gap between their bodies to let his physical response subside.

Loyce believed he wasn't lying. She closed her eyes and gave a soft hum of acknowledgment.

A while later, her breathing grew even. Enveloped by the man's heat, she became perfectly warm, her previously pale face now dusted with a faint, healthy pink.

She was sleeping comfortably, but the Lucian behind her was in a state of simultaneous bliss and agony.

He rested his head lightly against the top of her hair and let out a soft sigh.

If this happened a few more times, he was definitely going to die of frustration.

The next morning.

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