Chapter 1802: Chapter 1805: Mr. Lucas, This Is Your Washboard (1)
Because of Bella Scott’s strange behavior that day, Aidan Lucas and Lily had grown wary.
Send them off to the wedding?
Letting Aidan Lucas go might indeed be something Hannah Ford wished for.
But why let Lily go?
Even if, as Bella Scott said, she wanted to leverage the power of the Reddington family, what kind of person is Hannah Ford that she can tolerate Lily?
Various suspicions were deeply buried in their hearts.
For several consecutive days, Mr. Lucas had been busy making arrangements, determined to ensure Lily’s safety.
The more Bella Scott wanted them to go, the more questionable it seemed.
And with Frank Chamberlain being the President, Mr. Lucas had no choice but to attend his wedding.
So busy it was, that the wedding day was approaching in the blink of an eye.
The night before, after spending several nights in the baby’s room, Lily finally returned to the master bedroom they shared.
Aidan Lucas finished his work and came home; it was already midnight.
Knowing that Lily wasn’t sleeping in Abbie and Lulu’s room tonight, he made a point of coming home early.
Unfortunately, there was just too much to arrange, so even though he worked on business as fast as he could, by the time he got home, it was already that time.
Lily had long gone to bed, sleeping soundly.
However, when he opened the bedroom door, he saw Lily’s figure faintly wrapped in the blanket on the bed.
Aidan Lucas suddenly felt that the busyness and exhaustion of the past days disappeared in an instant.
Little Lily was more than eight months pregnant, and it was a time when her sleep was restless.
No matter how much he wanted to hold her right away, Mr. Lucas restrained his impulse to avoid disturbing her sleep and walked quietly.
He went to the bathroom to take a ‘cooling off’ battle shower, and when he came out, he was covered in steam.
With a sensuous and tight frame full of explosive power, Mr. Lucas was only wearing a loosely draped bath towel around his waist as he walked slowly toward the King-size bed.
The little wife in her sleep was always soft and sweet.
Aidan Lucas loved her pure, muddled appearance after falling asleep.
Thinking of Lily’s sleeping face, Aidan Lucas, who hadn’t hugged his little wife in several days, felt a thrill in his heart.
He pulled off the last piece of cloth, the bath towel, and got on the bed.
Who knew that as soon as his hands and knees pressed onto the blanket,
a sharp pain came from his palms and kneecaps as if they had hit something hard.
The King-size Bed of the Lucas family has always been soft, especially after Lily became pregnant, as Emily Taylor even replaced all the beds in the house to ensure wherever Lily rested, she’d be comfortable.
A hard bed like this shouldn’t exist at all.
Aidan Lucas’s eyes darkened as he lifted the blanket.
A strange item came into his sight.
“Darling, what did you put on the bed?” Mr. Lucas asked, rarely startled, and before he could react, the words had slipped out to Lily.
As soon as he asked, he realized he had disturbed Lily’s rest.
He was just about to quietly take the item off the bed.
The woman, who lay on her side and seemed to be asleep, slowly turned over at that moment.
Lily propped her head up with one hand, her eyes sparkling like peach blossoms as she looked at him.
Slowly, she uttered three words—”Washboard.”
Washboard?!
Mr. Lucas’s eyes narrowed, thinking he had misheard.
The Lucas family had long adopted automated laundry processes, and as the dignified heir to the Lucas family, he had never seen such a thing from birth until now.
Seeing a washboard recorded only in books and magazines for the first time, Mr. Lucas paused, looking at the thing with disdain.
“This thing doesn’t look clean. Don’t put it on the bed.”
Mr. Lucas probably had never heard of the ‘kneeling on the washboard’ scenario; seeing this dark brown washboard, he only wrinkled his brows in distaste.
Lily curled her lips, smiling mischievously, “Don’t worry, it’s clean. I specifically put it on the bed waiting for your return…”
[Update of 9.3 Begins]