CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT (In the Villa cont...)

I was still in the bed wondering if Lucas had slept on the same bed with me, the thought of him hugging my waist as he slept made me sigh at intervals. It was of the things I wouldn’t take from him, what I wouldn’t agree to him. I rather let his parents know that it’s a fake marriage than let him hug me like his wife. The doorbell snapped me out of my thought. I rolled down from the bed and headed to the door, I stopped when I remember that I need a

card to open the door. Then, I remember seeing Lucas in the room, how did he leave the room? Does the door have numerous cards, just like normal doors with a bunch of keys?

The bell sounded again, and I hurried back with the card, but a voice out of nowhere frightened me and stopped at once.

“Good morning to the Dowell, breakfast is ready, hurry down before it gets cold.” I lift my hand off my chest which I unconsciously placed in shock when I realize it was a customized voice. It must have been sounding before now. I checked my phone, an