Romance With The CEO

Chapter55: Two Options 1

Something made Velia's sleep uncomfortable. The tranquility and peace that embraced her throughout the night vanished, replaced by irregular breathing and an unusual atmosphere. Velia furrowed her brows. Her eyes slowly opened, and it was not strange that the first thing she saw was Lucas's chest. However, it was Lucas's embrace that hinted at something peculiar.

There was heat emanating from Lucas's body, an unusual warmth. Velia gathered her senses. She lifted her face and noticed another peculiarity. Sweat trickled down Lucas's face, abundant and the droplets appeared larger than usual. Velia reached out her hand, briefly touching a droplet of sweat and ending up on Lucas's forehead.

Velia's eyes widened as she heard Lucas's uncomfortable moan. He opened his eyes and smiled.

"Good morning."

Velia rose with a worried expression. Instead of returning the greeting, she appeared panicked when she spoke.

"You're sick, Luc."

Lucas also rose, wincing softly. "No, but I do feel a bit tired."

It was understandable for Lucas to be tired. Lately, he had been working late and 11 o'clock was the earliest he could join Velia in the bedroom. Not only that, Velia could not ignore the fact that Lucas had been coming home late repeatedly.

"You are sick, Luc," Velia repeated emphatically. "Your body is warm. We should call a doctor, and you shouldn't go to the office today. You need rest."

Even by the way Velia blinked her eyes, she was fully convinced that Lucas was unwell. He looked weak and devoid of energy.

Lucas cupped Velia's cheek and caressed it. "Don't worry, Ve. I'm fine. Besides, I have an important appointment at the office today."

"Can't you postpone it?" Velia asked with hope. She touched Lucas's cheek with her fingers. "Reschedule it? You're genuinely sick."

"It's not easy to find a free time between two people."

"I know, but-"

"Relax. I'm fine. Besides, tomorrow is Saturday. I can rest the whole day."

Velia seemed reluctant to accept that offer. Unfortunately, she realized there was nothing she could do. Lucas had responsibilities, and she could not replace him or even assist him.

"You really have to rest tomorrow, Luc."

An agreement was reached. Lucas nodded and smiled.

"Of course. So, can you prepare a warm breakfast for this self-diagnosed sick man?"

Lucas's joke did not work. Worry creased Velia's face, but she still complied.

Velia hurriedly prepared a breakfast she deemed suitable for Lucas before getting ready herself. When they sat at the dining table, Lucas took a meaningful breath.

"Porridge."

"It will warm you from the inside," Velia said confidently. "Eat it."

Lucas did not argue. The concern reflected in Velia's eyes made him feel uneasy, so he finished his breakfast despite his dislike for the soft texture of porridge.

"Will you be okay, Luc?"

If Lucas were not in a slightly unwell state, he would have laughed at Velia's constant worries. Not only when waking up, getting ready, or having breakfast, even when Velia was already seated in the car, she asked the same question.

Lucas smiled wryly as he held the car door. "Do I look like a man who's going to die soon?"

Once again, Lucas's joke failed. Velia stared blankly at Lucas's pale face. It had a slight color compared to when he woke up, but it could not calm Velia.

"I hope you won't work too much today."

"I'll remember that," Lucas reassured, turning to Carter. "Take care on the road, Wan."

Velia and Lucas parted ways in separate vehicles. They headed to the office in close proximity. At least Velia could still see Lucas's car when she glanced back.

Will he be alright?

Repeatedly, Velia glanced at the car carrying Lucas just to calm herself. Her worry could not be appeased by a bowl of porridge alone.

Velia had known Lucas for a considerable number of years, perhaps ten or eleven years. During that time, she realized that Lucas was rarely sick. His immune system and healthy lifestyle played a significant role in his daily well-being. However, Lucas lacked rest.

As the head of a large company, it was natural for Lucas to have a busy schedule and workload. He had significant responsibilities, which could cause rest to be overlooked.

No. I will ensure that Lucas doesn't touch any work this weekend.

Velia sighed deeply. It could alleviate her anxiety a little, although it didn't mean much. Because in the evening, Lucas returned home late once again.

Restlessness made Velia pace back and forth. She often looked at the wall clock when her messages did not receive a reply.

Lucas was undoubtedly still working and unable to respond. Velia knew that, and it only intensified her worry.

The door rang. Velia hurried to the door and found Lucas coming home, gasping for breath.

"Luc!"

Velia exclaimed as she reached for Lucas's body in front of the door. She was on guard, afraid that Lucas might suddenly collapse. In her eyes, Lucas truly looked exhausted.

"I rarely see you welcoming me home like this."

Velia frowned as she led Lucas to the bedroom. "This is not funny at all, Luc. You're really sick."

Velia published a teasing smile at Lucas. She looked at him and found a mixture of worry and annoyance in her eyes. Lucas would not defend himself for that.

Velia sat Lucas down on the edge of the bed. She put aside his briefcase and immediately took off his jacket and tie. She unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and moved on to his belt.

Lucas held Velia's hand, his eyes narrowing with a teasing question.

"You're not trying to seduce me, are you?"

Velia was a hundred percent sure that Lucas was indeed sick. Throughout the day, he had made countless jokes. Of course, jokes and Lucas were not destined to go together. It was quite the opposite.

That was Lucas's way of convincing Velia that he was fine. Unfortunately, Velia knew that strategy.

"We've been together for so long."

Lucas blinked. Velia's words sounded familiar.

"So, you don't need to pretend, Luc," Velia said, shaking her head once. "You're sick, and the only way to calm me down is by getting better soon."

Now Lucas did not say anything anymore. He nodded faintly and remained silent as Velia helped him freshen up. He did not object when Velia asked him to rest in bed.

"You rest for a while, and I'll cook something for you. Is there anything specific you want to eat?"

Lucas lay down, and the blanket moved to cover his body. "Nothing in particular. I know whatever you cook will taste equally delicious on my tongue."

Velia emphasized the edge of the blanket on Lucas's chest. Her eyes narrowed with a hint of threat.

"Wait until the fever makes your taste buds dull. Then you'll refuse any kind of food I cook."

This time, it was not a strategy. Lucas genuinely laughed in reflex.

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