Book TRK
CHAPTER 64
CHAPTER 64 – Zara’s POV
When I woke up this morning, I felt incredibly sore down there. It was as if my thighs had been hammered due to excessive soreness. The pain was so intense that I found myself gasping. It felt like I had worked out without resting. I couldn’t even remember which round we had stopped at last night.
The fact that something had happened between Lucas and me without fully recovering my memories made me feel a bit shameless. But I couldn’t deny that it felt amazing. It was like he had taken me straight to heaven. Lucas had that power over me.
I woke up quite late, around 10 in the morning, and it was Lucas, my husband, who woke me up. It still felt slightly awkward, but I noticed that I was becoming more comfortable around him. It felt so normal.
Even though I couldn’t remember everything yet, it felt normal to sense that he was my husband and I was his wife. The thought made me blush, but I had to remind myself to wake up.
“Have you eaten, dear? It’s late, and you shouldn’t skip breakfast,” Lucas said to me, holding a tray with a breakfast set. The smell was irresistible.
I had quite the appetite, but I felt a bit shy because Lucas was staring at me the whole time I was eating. Trying to break his gaze, I jokingly said, “You might melt me with that stare.”
“You won’t. I will not let you melt and go away from me again. Seriously, Love, you should know that you are locked with me, to my love… Even destiny won’t be able to take you away from me,” Lucas said, his eyes fixed on me, his tone possessive.
I couldn’t deny the butterflies in my stomach. My heart was pounding heavily. Lucas’s simple and short but emotional words had a definite effect on me.
Lost in thought, I found myself smiling at him. “Will you wait for me? Will you wait for me to remember everything before anything else?” I asked.
He nodded. “Of course, Love. I can give you time, but not your freedom anymore. You are mine from now on,” he said with a slightly possessive tone.
He left me for a while to assist me since he knew exactly how I was feeling. I was awfully tired, exhausted, and so sleepy. It felt like I had been hit hard by a bull during what we did.
Speaking of stamina in bed, I would say it was insanely strong. If I hadn’t passed out around dawn, he probably wouldn’t have stopped. There was a yearning in what we did, just like I was yearning for more.
Why was I thinking about this so early in the morning? I didn’t want to spend my whole day reminiscing about last night’s naughty encounter.
Despite feeling a bit sore, I managed to take a shower and do my morning routine. I found my child in the living room playing with a puzzle. I kissed him on the cheek, he greeted me good morning, and I did the same.
I felt a sudden surge of excitement. Finally, I would have the chance to fill in the gaps that Nick had denied me. I knew that I still had a life back home, a place to stay and return to.
I nodded at him as he returned to working on his laptop. Meanwhile, I busied myself with preparing our snack. The feeling of being a wife and a mother overwhelmed me. In the past few days, I had become even more content. It was true what they say, happiness comes with the right person, and it felt like I was with the right person now.
Days passed by without me even realizing that it was already our last day on the island. I had grown attached to this place, with so many memories made here with my child and, of course, with Lucas.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
As we boarded a private helicopter, heading back to Claybourne, I couldn’t help but feel a bit dizzy. I was nervous about what awaited me upon my return. Lucas held my hand tightly, our child nestled between us.
“Don’t overthink it, Love. You’ll be happy to see them again. They’re nice, and no one will hurt you anymore. I promise you happiness,” he reassured me, and I knew his words were true.
“Thank you, okay? Thank you for being patient with me, for being so considerate even though I haven’t fully remembered yet,” I expressed, my hand squeezing his.
“I love you, Zara. Maybe those three words are enough to convey that you mean the world to me,” he confessed.
We arrived at the landing area and made our way to my parents’ house, more specifically, my mom’s house. It was a familiar place, and my heart raced with anticipation. I spotted my almost senior citizen mother watering her orchids in the garden.
I couldn’t believe the overwhelming affection I felt. When she caught sight of me, she dropped the hose and enveloped me in a tight hug.
“Oh my God! Tell me I’m not dreaming! Tell me this is real. You’re here, my child,” my mom exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. I couldn’t hold back my own tears as I hugged her tightly.
“It’s really me, Mom. I’m finally home.”