Page 7 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
‘He doesn’t care about me.’ The thought stabbed through Emily like a knife. ‘If he finds out I’ve lost my memory, who knows what he’ll do with that advantage?’
Her gaze sharpened, a flare of annoyance burning through her. ‘This damn man, instead of standing by his girlfriend, is singing praises of another woman?’
She put her hand firmly on his chest and pushed, breaking free from his intense stare. Taking a step back, she began to pace the room, her eyes darting around distractedly as she answered him with nonchalance.
“If that’s how you feel… then what are you doing here?”
She turned slowly to meet his gaze and muttered dismissively, “If I’m such a problem for you, then you shouldn’t be here. Go stay with Amelia—keep her company so she doesn’t feel worse.”
Anger flared in his eyes instantly. He raged, voice sharp and furious. “You are unbelievably outrageous!”
With that, he stormed up the stairs, slamming the bedroom door behind him with a heavy thud.
Emily let out a shaky breath, her shoulders finally relaxing. ‘Thank God he didn’t find out my secret,’ she thought, watching the door close.
She moved to the dining table, leaning her hip against it as she frowned, brows knitting tightly.
‘How could I be with someone like him?’ she whispered, glancing up toward the closed bedroom door with a scowl. ‘Was I reallythatdesperate for a man that I ended up with someone like him?’
She picked up a glass of water, took a slow sip, and looked around at the photos lining the walls.
“I always wanted to be with a man who loved only me,” she whispered. “Someone who’d favor me in every way… like those crazy-in-love husbands who can’t get enough of their wives. How did I end up withhim?”
Chapter 2 Sleeping Together
The night was dark, the storm raging outside as Emily’s bedroom door remained closed. It was well past dinner. Lucas had received a call from Amelia during the meal, about some project she wanted to discuss, and had left the house soon after.
The maids had already retired to their quarters, leaving the house quiet—except for her, lying alone on the bed, curled on her side. Midnight was nearing.
Suddenly, a blast of wind tore through the sky, rain pounding harder. The windows slammed open with a crash that echoed through the room. Emily jumped, scrambling from the bed to shut them.
The cold air rushed in, the room plunged into shadow except for the soft glow from the bedside lamp. She locked the windows quickly, then turned—and froze.
Lucas stood in the doorway, soaked from head to toe, his presence powerful yet oddly vulnerable.
His eyes locked onto hers with a silent intensity. Without a word, he stepped inside, shrugging off his soaked suit jacket and tossing it over the back of a chair.
Her fingers clenched at her sides as she watched him warily, unsure of his intentions as he paced around the room.
He unbuttoned the black shirt he wore, peeling it off to reveal a bare chest glistening with raindrops that caught the moonlight filtering through the window. His skin shined—smooth, taut, and strong.
He dropped the shirt onto the pile on the chair and headed straight for the bathroom.
“I’m going to shower. Then we’ll sleep,” he called out before disappearing behind the door.
Emily’s heart lurched. “We’ll sleep?” She swallowed hard, breath catching in her throat. ‘Is he… talking about us? Having sex? But I don’t even remember who this man is. How can I just…?’ Panic gripped her chest, making her breaths quick and shallow.
Before she could dwell on it, Lucas reappeared, now dressed in fresh trousers but still bare-chested, his body shining in the soft light, muscles defined and flawless.
He eyed her with knitted brows but said nothing. Without another word, he walked to the bed, sat down, and leaned back against the pillows, pulling the blanket up around him.
Emily stayed near the window, quiet and tense.
When she didn’t move toward him, he lifted the blanket, flipping it open, and patted the bed beside him, silently inviting her.
She stayed rooted in place.
His cold eyes grew sharper.
