One week later.
Beauty no longer had to stay cooped up in her room all day.
She woke up early in the morning, ready to head to the office.
As soon as she descended the stairs, she spotted Lucas lounging on the sofa, flipping through a financial magazine.
He always rose earlier than her.
Every morning when she came downstairs, he was either already seated in the living room or had left for work.
*Men with thriving careers really do have boundless energy*, she thought bitterly.
No matter how late he kept her up the night before, he could still wake up bright and early the next day.
Last night, Lucas had tormented her until three in the morning.
By the end, she felt like she was on the verge of death—her entire body ached as if she'd been run over by a freight train.
He had made up for all the nights he'd been absent in one go.
The aftermath left her so sore that even getting out of bed this morning was a struggle, her legs trembling beneath her.
