CHAPTER 118 A Qualified Husband Must Do Three Things

  He held me a bit too tightly, his chin brushing against my hair, and his hand skillfully slid under my nightgown.

  As his hand grasped my chest, I trembled, unable to hide my reaction, and all my pretenses shattered.

  "Why are you shaking? Are you cold?" he asked, pretending to be concerned, his lips dangerously close to my ear, sending warmth directly into my ear.

  "In weather like this, if it's not cold, then it must be hot, right?" I snapped, clearly annoyed.

  I heard Lucas chuckle softly and adjust my shoulder, propping up his head with one hand, his deep gaze still filled with amusement.

  "If my wife feels cold, then it's definitely my fault."

  Before I could feel moved by his words, he added with a smirk,

  "As a qualified husband, there are three things I must do in situations like this."

  "What three things?" I asked, curious.

  His hands roamed over me, and the corner of his mouth curled into a wicked grin.