Chapter 3My Husband Always Thinks I Don't Love Him

I had planned to book a flight to find Lucas, but unexpectedly, he came back early the next morning.

I was groggily going downstairs when I bumped into him coming up.

Lucas gently rubbed my forehead where we had collided, "Did it hurt? Did I wake you up?"

I shook my head slightly, removing his hand before answering the latter question, "I heard a noise and guessed you were back."

Lucas smiled, carrying me back to bed, "Want to sleep a bit more? I'll go take a shower and change clothes."

I nodded, thinking this was a simple thing that just required a verbal response, so I wasn't in a hurry.

Half-asleep, I heard the bedroom door open and close, but didn't feel him come to bed.

I opened my eyes, and Lucas was standing bent over by the bed, looking at me tenderly.

The corners of his mouth were curved up just right, but unfortunately, I couldn't ignore those melancholic eyes, "The company still has some business, I have to go."

"Have you been very busy lately?"

Lucas nodded, "I'll be staying at the apartment for the next few days, so I won't be coming back home."

I was instantly wide awake.

The apartment was closer to the company, and sometimes when he was too busy, he would rest there.

But I hadn't heard of any project being so busy lately.