The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

Exhaustion etched his features as he leaned back, thumb and forefinger pressing hard between furrowed brows.

Once, she’d been the one to soothe his headaches and massage his shoulders after work.

Sympathizing with his burdens, this “useless” wife had stayed awake nights to knead his temples whenever he slumped into his chair.

Five years of dripping water wears through stone. Though it never softened his heart of stone, it ingrained habits.

Later, when he returned weary, he’d even request, “Lucille, come here and rub them for me.”

Now, with someone he loved to tend to him, he’d never call for her again.

After resting his eyes briefly, he phoned the front desk for fresh clothes.

The garments arrived before the food.

A staff member presented disinfected, sealed bags. “Sir, this one’s for the lady, this for the gentleman–brand new, professionally cleaned.”

“Thanks.”

Cedrick took the clothes and handed a set to Lucille. “Go shower and change out of that gown. Isn’t it uncomfort- able?”

It wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but wearing formal attire to bed would be unpleasant. Lucille did want to change.

“Do you need help?”

He asked her.

“No!”

Help?

Help her undress or shower?

Either way, thanks but no thanks!

“Mylee isn’t here. Call me if you need anything. Don’t push yourself.”

Only after entering the bathroom did Lucille realize he’d assumed she needed Mylee’s assistance even for showering?

The weather was getting warmer.

She felt summer arrived earlier up north than down south.

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After this evening’s events and the tussle with Cedrick, her gown clung to her skin–damp, sticky, and stubbornly dif ficult to remove.

The harder she struggled, the more she sweated, making the fabric cling tighter.

Hearing no water running after a while, Cedrick approached the door. “Lucille?

You alright?”

“I’m fine! Don’t come in!”

She answered hastily.

“Lucille!

Do you need help?”

“No! No!

I said don’t come in!”

Her voice rose with panic.

Her urgency only convinced Cedrick something was wrong. He pushed the door open, finding her wrestling with the

gown.

“Stuck?”

He stepped inside.

“I-”

Before she could protest, his fingers brushed against her zipper.

“Jammed.”

He applied pressure.

Then came silence–no words, no movement.

After a long wait, Lucille grew impatient. “Done yet?

If not, get out. I’ll handle it.”

His hand appeared before her eyes, a zipper pull resting on his palm.

“Questionable quality…” He complained, “I’ll have to rip it.”

A sharp ripping sound followed as the gown tore completely down her back.

Cool air hit Lucille’s skin. She spun around, clutching the torn bodice. “Just go!”

He raised an eyebrow, hesitating.

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The doorbell rang–room service had arrived.

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