The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 322

322: LATE NIGHT CHUCKLES 

ARIEL’S POV 

“But I have a question, Ariel,” Luke vocalized, and I wondered what it was that he 

wanted to say. 

Moving my hand around his chest, I uttered, “Go ahead, sire. Speak out whatever is 

on your mind.” 

“Since you’re not living with Laura anymore, I’m just wondering.” He fixed his eyes on 

1. me. “Where will you be working now?” 

I arched my eyebrow. “Oh, seriously? Is that your question?” 

“Well, yeah. I mean, come on, I’m just curious. And concerned around here. If your 

want, I can let you work at my company.” 

“Thanks, but t 

won’t be necessary,” I brought out. 

Luke looked at me for seconds and finally spoke, “Oh, I see.” But his tone was low. 

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“Don’t forget that about the Vitality Group. I grinned at him. 

“Oh, right. The Vitality Group. I totally forgot. You’re going to be working with your‘ 

second husband.“” 

I sighed promptly. “Please don’t say that.” 

“Don’t get upset; I was just joking.” 

“Well, don’t joke like that,” I told him. 

“Okay, then. I guess it’s time to go to sleep,” Luke stated, covering our bodies with the bed sheet. “Goodnight, Ariel,” he said softly, kissing me on the forehead. 

“Goodnight, Luke.” I smiled at him, closing my eyes while he caressed my hair. And 

with the next minutes in silence, I drifted off to sleep. 

When my eyes opened, I looked everywhere and realized that I had woken up in the 

middle of the night at the wrong time. Glancing back at Luke, he was still sleeping peacefully. 

I so hated this, waking up in times like this. It seemed like it happened regularly when I was with Luke. And I was glad that I didn’t have a nightmare. Boy, that could have been fucked up, and I could conclude that I was jinxed. 

Minutes passed as I lay on the bed, repeatedly closing and opening my eyes, but I still couldn’t sleep. So, what to do now? Exercise? Nah, not really. Maybe I should just 

get up and walk around. It might make me drowsy, I guess. 

But now that I think about it, that was a stupid idea. There was no way walking around was going to help me sleep. 

I quietly slipped out of bed, making sure not to disturb Luke, who could wake up at the slightest sound despite his seemingly peaceful slumber. I tiptoed across the room, feeling slightly ridiculous about the idea. Who seriously walks around in the 

middle of the night expecting it to help them sleep? 

While I paced, my thoughts wandered aimlessly. I considered the idea of counting sheep but quickly dismissed it as too cliché. Perhaps I should count something more interesting, like the number of times Luke snored in a minute. The thought made me chuckle softly to myself. 

In the midst of my silent laughter, I accidentally stepped on a particularly vocal 

floorboard. It squeaked under my foot like a trumpet in the quiet of the night. I froze, holding my breath, then slowly turned to look at the bed. 

Luke was sitting up, rubbing his eyes and blinking at me in confusion. “Ariel, why are 

you marching around the room? Did you decide to join the night’s gu something?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep. 

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I bit my lip to keep from giggling. “No, I couldn’t sleep. I thought walking might help,” I admitted, feeling a bit foolish. 

He squinted at me, then looked around the dark room as if he expected to find some hidden answer to my insomnia. “Walking, huh? Because nothing screams ‘sleep‘ like a midnight parade,” he remarked, the corners of his mouth twitching. 

“I know. It sounds silly when you say that,” I told him, and despite my best efforts, a smile escaped. 

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He then swung his legs off the bed, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “Well, if we’re going to do this, we might as well do it right. Wait here,” he declared before 

disappearing into the closet. 

He emerged a moment later, donning a fluffy bathrobe and holding another one out. for me. “If we’re going to be part of the night’s guard, we need to look the part. And nothing says ‘guard duty‘ like fluffy robes.” 

I couldn’t contain my laughter any longer. “Oh, is that right? The ancient order of the 

Fluffy Robe Guards?” I teased. 

“Exactly,” he said, putting on a mock–serious face. “Now, let’s march. Maybe if we tire ourselves out, we’ll actually get some sleep.” 

“Are you seriously going on with this?” 

“I’m not the one who was walking around like a night guard or something.” 

The room was silent for seconds, and I stared at him with my hands fixed on my 

waist. 

After a little while, I had to move the lips. “Okay, let’s go on with that.” 

So, there we were, marching up and down the room in our fluffy robes, trying our 

best to muffle our giggles so as not to wake the entire household. After a few 

minutes, we collapsed onto the bed, out of breath and grinning from ear to ear. 

Luke looked over at me, his eyes soft in the dim light. “I think that’s the most fun I’ve 

had at 3 AM,” he said. 

I nodded. “No doubt about that. Who knew insomnia could lead to such an 

adventure?” 

So we settled back