Chapter 393 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

Lucas eyed the medicine and ignored it as he picked up the bottle of water, “Thanks,” he said as he opened it and gulped down the content. He didn’t stop drinking until the bottle was empty.

All the while the stranger continued to drag and puff her cigarette as she watched him, “You are very trusting, you know? I could have poisoned that water or something,” she pointed out, and Lucas snorted.

“You brought a stranger into your home—a male stranger. Yet you talk about trust,” Lucas pointed out.

“I’m kind but not that trusting or stupid, trust me. You can’t do anything to me. I have my guards standing outside that door,” she pointed at the door.

“It’s good to know that. I’m thankful for your help. I should leave now,” Lucas said as he headed for the door.

“I thought you told the person on the phone that you wanted to remain here for some time? Why the rush to leave?” She asked as Lucas walked past her, and he stopped to look at her, wondering just how much of their conversation she must have heard.

“That was until I realized I slept in a stranger’s house,” Lucas said and then winced at the throbbing ache he felt at the right side of his temple, extending to his eyes.

“You don’t feel okay yet. Sit down, and I will order for breakfast. I should at least feed you before letting you leave,” she said, and from her tone, it sounded like an order. She seemed like the type that liked to have her way. Unfortunately, he was done with ladies like her.

“Miss, I appreciate your help, but I don’t need it, thanks,” Lucas said as he turned to walk away.

“It won’t hurt you to sit down, now will it?” She repeated when she noticed the annoyance that crossed his handsome face as he turned away from her, “Please,” she added, and Lucas stopped.

Since he had nothing else to do with his time other than sulk, he sighed as he returned to his seat while she picked up the ashtray and flicked the cigarette ash into it before standing up.

“So, who was that on the phone with you?” She asked casually as she returned to the bedroom once again and returned with her phone while Lucas watched her.

She dialed a number, “Please serve us breakfast. Preferably something good for hangovers,” she added before hanging up.

“Is this a hotel?” Lucas asked, still unsure of where he was.

“Yes. And like I said, this is where I live. At least for now. Who was she?”

“She who?” Lucas asked in confusion.

“The person you spoke with. I think you called her Celsie,” she asked as she looked at him through the haze of cigarette smoke.

“Why are you so curious to know?”

“I don’t think it’s a crime to want to know more about the stranger I brought into my home, is it?”

“My wife. She is my wife,” Lucas lied, hoping she would drop the issue.

She hung her head to the side as she studied him, “That actually makes sense in a way… Only that it’s not true.”

“Why not?”

“Because you mentioned something about the person you almost got married to doing something to her. That means she’s not your wife,” she said with a smug smile.

“She could be an ex-wife I’m still in love with,” Lucas pointed out, and she pursed her lips as she studied him.

“Tsk. Is there something you’re good at? You’re terrible with alcohol and you’re such a terrible liar too, Lucas Miller,” she said with a shake of her head, and Lucas raised a brow.

“You know my name?” He asked in alarm, making her giggle.

“You really do not remember anything about last night, do you? You should give up alcohol,” she said with an amused smile.

“What happened last night?” Lucas asked, too curious to feel embarrassed.

“I walked up to you at the bar and hit on you, but you asked me to go fuck myself without bothering to spare me a glance, much to my chagrin, I tell you.”

“I did?” Lucas asked, surprised. He couldn’t remember anything he had done. Alcohol was really stupid, and he had no idea why he bothered with it.

“Not in those exact words. But that was the message I got. I was going to leave, but I noticed you were knocked out, and the barman was trying to get you to leave. You didn’t seem like you wanted to go home, so I decided to bring you with me.”

“If I was so knocked out, when did I mention my name to you?” Lucas asked, not sure he completely bought her story.

“I got that from your ID card. At least you were smart enough to take one with you. And you kept crying and apologizing to Celsie in your sleep. I thought maybe she was your wife or something, so I decided to check you out online. I put two and two together, and guess what I found?” She asked, and Lucas stared at her, completely lost.

“Lucas Miller. I checked you out on Instagram. You are a medical doctor, you have a beautiful fiancee called Rachel, and I saw your twin sister’s pictures. She looked familiar, and then it clicked. Celsie Miller. Celestia Miller. The lady who trended all over social media few days ago,” she said with a wide smile and spread both hands with a flourish.

“If you knew all of this already, why did you keep insisting to know who I spoke with?”

She shrugged, “To see if you would lie or tell me the truth about who you are. And now I’m wondering why you lied.”

“What do you want?” Lucas asked, wondering where she was headed with all this.

“Nothing,” she assured him just as someone knocked on the door, “I think breakfast is ready.”

Inside his office, Benne tried to forget about anything else and focus on the documents in front of him.

Now that he had promoted Harry and had also revealed his identity, he couldn’t leave the bulk of the job to Harry anymore. He needed to return to working just as hard as he had been doing before Celsie came into his life.

He had to admit that since he met Celsie, he had slacked much in his duties and had become quite irresponsible where the company was concerned. It was in no way Celsie’s fault, since she had remained devoted and diligent to her work as always, he was the one who was distracted.

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