The Abandoned Wife (Lucian) novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192

When Roxanne finished eating her oatmeal, Lucian automatically adjusted her bed for her and put the bowl away.

away.

For a long time, both of them just stared at each other without exchanging a word. The silence between them spoke volumes.

Roxanne had rested for the whole day, so it was difficult for her to fall asleep again. Even so, she shut her eyes, not wanting to interact with Lucian.

He, on the other hand, was exhausted after a long day. Sleepiness gradually descended upon him, and in the blink of an eye, he dozed off.

Minutes later, soft rhythmic breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the ward.

Roxanne slowly opened her eyes and cast a look in his direction.

His jacket had been placed over her blanket, leaving him with only a thin shirt on. He folded his arms across his chest, seemingly having a rough time resting.

Roxanne hesitated for a bit before she decided to get up and approach him quietly. Grabbing his jacket from the bed, she gently draped it over him.

A turmoil of emotions crept up on her when she saw his handsome face close up.

It’s still the same gorgeous face from six years ago, but I’m no longer the infatuated girl I was back then. I don’t know how he sees me now, and neither do I want to find out about it. I just want to lead a peaceful life with my two little munchkins,

Suddenly. Roxanne felt a sense of relief rise within her. She strode across the room to switch off the lights, then went back to bed.

As soon as she closed her eyes, a million thoughts ran past her head, giving her a hard time falling asleep.

Ironically, the soft sounds from the bed earlier had awakened Lucian, who was a light sleeper. When he heard her footsteps coming toward him, he chose to keep his eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.

A moment later, she stopped in front of him, and he was able to pick up the faint fragrance that lingered upon her body.

Owing to his proximity, the scent made his heart skip a beat, and his breathing became uneven. Somehow, he had a feeling that her gaze was fixated on him. Hence, he could only continue with his act until he heard noises coming from the bed.’