Chapter 88
Trapped in His Love Obsession novel
Chapter 88 Sunlight enters through the roomâs open window, and the light falls on the bed. Warm the room.
Someone under the blanket squinted slowly. There was a soft murmur from there. She squinted again, pulled the blanket, and wrapped it around her body.
Roll right and left. This used to be the norm when sleeping alone in the shop. She collected half her life this way.
âHmmm.â She yawned and pulled the blanket up.
âAre you awake?â Damianâs voice in the morning always sounded louder than usual.
Livia dropped the blanket on the floor because she jumped in surprise. She took the pillow to cover herself and peeked.
âBaby.â Called in a low voice, confirming that it was her husband.
âWhere am I? Where am I now? Hey, shouldnât I be at the shop? In my shop, and I should be alone!
Already panicked, trying to remember what happened last night. âGet up and clean yourself up there!â
âWell, fine.â
Livia was still peeking under her pillow, sweeping the room intently. Her husband was sitting on the sofa wearing a towel robe.
Livia wiggles her head slowly. Reminiscing why she could be in this place and together with Damian. What happened last night was that she could sleep with Damian in this strange place. Not finding an answer no matter how hard she thought.
Livia got out of bed.
Bathroom, bathroom, where is the door. Oh, thatâs it.â
Without turning or glancing at Damian, she walked briskly towards the bathroom. Lock the door. Now she was standing in front of the mirror, looking at her appearance.
Her clothes are exactly the same as those she wore to her motherâs birthday party. But, unfortunately, a sad birthday party that made her run away did not come home and chose to return to the shop.
Thatâs right, last night I slept in the shop because I didnât want to see that annoying Damian. But why now am I even with him?
Livia tried to unpack the memory in her head while staring at her reflection in the mirror. Guess what happened last night. Her face gradually turned pale in the mirror.
When her brain had managed to string together the events of last night. Little by little, it all came back into her head. Last nightâs incident.
âNo!â
A loud scream as she slumped to the floor.
So last night wasnât a dream!
Grabbing the wall as a foothold to get up, then leaning against the wall. She banged her head slowly.
âStupid! Stupid! Is this the end of my life?â
BANG!
The sound of the door being forced open. But because Livia locked the door, it didnât open.
Now there was a loud banging on the door.
âGet out in ten minutes, or youâre done!â After saying that sounds, Damianâs footsteps moved away.
âDamn it!â Damn it!
She didnât even have time to Think. Hurrying to take off her clothes and shower. Because there was no change of clothes, she also put on a towel robe hanging on the wall. Get out of the bathroom while drying her hair. She peeked behind the door, looking for where Damian was. Instead, the man is sitting on the sofa. In front of him was already served food.
âlam hungry. I am hungry.â Livia looked at the food on the table.
1/2 13:18 âCome here, tinish your breakfast. We need to talk later.â Damian patted the chair next to him.
âNo, what is he talking about? After he says that, he does think I can still eat.â
But in an instant, the fruit juice and sandwich on the plate were gone. So again, what she says is not what she does.
âYou must be hungry, right?â Damian wiped the sauce off Liviaâs lips. âWant to eat mine?â Damian handed her his, the one he had bitten off. Livia wanted to refuse, but she nodded her head.
Iâve made a fatal mistake to him, so I have to lick him so as not to anger.â
âThank you, baby.â
Being restless and feeling anxious. Last night at the party she didnât eat well.
âItâs finished? Already full?â
âYes. Thank you.â Livia was about to move from her seat. âBaby, where are we now?â
Damian pulled Liviaâs hand, who was about to get up from sitting. The faint smile again hinted that something terrible was about to happen, âWhere are we? Liviaâs white shoulders parted. Donât you remember what happened last night?â gently pulling the towel with his forefinger. The girl blushed, then pushed him again, returning him to his original position.
âHaha, nothing happened last night?â Her face was pale. Because she realized what had happened last night. âBaby, donât you have any clothes I can wear?â
âClothes? You donât need it now.â Again he pulled the towel with his index finger until Liviaâs shoulders were exposed. âYou really donât remember what happened last night.â
Livia wanted to return the position of the towel to its place, but her hand was gripped by Damian, âDonât remember?â Damian repeated his question âNo, no, honey. I donât remember anything.â Livia shook her head over and over again with as innocent a face as possible.
âIt turned out that there was luck for Brown to record what happened last night. But, on the other hand, it could be evidence of your insolence.â Damian laughed happily, seeing Liviaâs panicked lace hearing the word record.
âRecording?!â
âHow could that damn bastard even think of recording me?â
âBaby, Iâm sorry if i did something rude to you last night.â Hugging Damian strongly. Like saying, I wonât let you go even if you push me.
âLet me go! You really are being insolent, arenât you.â
âDonât want to! Forgive me. Iâm sorry. Forgive me first.â Hugging while pleading. Burying her face into Damianâs chest shamelessly.
âWhatâs your fault? You said you donât remember what happened last night.â Grinning. grabbing Liviaâs chin.
âDamn! Why is he so good at turning things around? If I confess, I remember, uh! Iâd be crazy. Iâm done.â
âDid I hit you hard?â Finally confessed. Ready to accept whatever will happen in a high level of surrender.
âYou do remember, Baby.â