Turning away, Lucinda folded her arms and said sternly, âI understand all too well.
Itâs similar to how you insisted on divorcing me to marry Eleanor because she had saved your life once.
â
Nathan was momentarily stunned.
Silently, he pulled the car over and turned to face her, speaking cautiously.
âHoney, we were discussing Grahamâs situation.
Why are we revisiting my past actions? You shouldnât use this against me Like thisâ¦â
As he continued, his voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes reddening.
Lucinda remained calm yet firm, confronting him about his past.
âI never saved anyoneâs life, so perhaps I canât understand your kind of obligation.
But you do, and I havenât forgotten what happened.
Do you really want me to dredge up those events?â
Nathan acknowledged his error openly, âI was wrong.
I shouldnât have mentioned it.
It only brings back unhappy memories.
Iâll find a way to make amends when we get home until you feel better.
â
Hearing his remorseful tone, a smile flickered across Lucindaâs face.
Noticing her smile, Nathan realized that Lucinda wasnât truly angry.
Upon hearing him repeatedly defend Graham, she intentionally spoke those harsh words.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Nathan leaned forward and ki*sed Lucindaâs cheek.
âI know you love me deeply.
You wouldnât want me to punish myself, right?â
She pushed his face away and pretended to be slightly annoyed.
âStop that.
Just drive, Iâm hungry.
â
âUnderstood, madam.
â
Nathan quickly pecked her cheek again, a smirk of triumph on his face as he started the car and sped off into the night.
After their meal, they settled in their bedroom; Nathan was busy with business on his iPad for the Payne Group, while Lucinda played video games with Noelle.
Both were engrossed in their tasks.
Half an hour later, having finished his work, Nathan quietly wrapped his arms around Lucinda from behind without disturbing her, content to simply watch her play.
It was only after Lucinda celebrated a game victory that Nathan dared to cover her screen with his hand, halting her progress.
âWhat are you doing?â she inquired.
Nathan rested his chin on her shoulder and whispered, âHoney, how long will you keep playing? Arenât you going to spend some time with your husband tonight?â
Lucinda brushed his hand aside, promptly resuming her game.
âIâm here with you now.
â
Nathan sighed against her neck, his breath warm in her ear, trying to distract her with his closeness.
âThis isnât quite what I had in mind.
You know that.
â
Feeling a tickle, Lucinda squirmed away to focus on her game.
âRemember? We agreed last night not to be intimate today to see if I might have another relapse at night.
Weâre testing if thereâs a link between my fatigue and symptoms.
Did you forget?â
Caught off guard, Nathan found himself without words.
He knew heâd forgotten their agreement, but the temptation was overwhelming with her so close.