Love Me Right

Chapter 15: Smear His Shirt

“Stop it!”

Lukas’ voice was sounded again.

Spencer yelled at him in tears, “How can you order me? I just want to cry as I’m a homeless orphan

who has every right to feel sad.”

She pouted in anger.

He was too mean to see her crying at his place.

Suddenly, she fell into a warm hug before her complaining in her mind.

His sexy and nice whispers were sounded. “You’re not an orphan, and never have you ever been.”

Her self-abased words squeezed his heart.

Never had he comforted others as he didn’t know how to comfort others.

All he could do is hold her in his arms and allow her to weep in his hug.

Harris was surprised a lot.

He had investigated Spencer who had cried a lot.

What surprised him was Lukas’s gallantry. Lukas was a neat freak who couldn’t tolerant any smudge

on his clothes, or he’d fly into a fury.

Harris quietly took out his phone, taking a photo of them, and sent it to Master.

Lukas had said he’d sent a photo of Spencer to Master.

Harris thought this photo was nice, which could please Master.

After Spencer felt better, she found there were servants around.

She hastily wiped her tears away and left Lukas’ hug.

When she noticed his smeared white shirt, she apologized, “Sorry.”

“Feeling better now?”

“Yep,” Spencer answered coyly.

Then Lukas stood up and walked away, taking off his shirt. He threw it to Harris.

He casually grabbed another shirt from his closet.

Spencer bashfully shifted her eyes away from Lukas’ muscles, which were too seductive.

Instead of tan skin, he had pale skin.

Spencer couldn’t help but to envy his handsome face and beautiful skin, as well as his ocean-blue

eyes, so intense and charming.

God did love him.

It seemed that he was a hybrid?

It was rare to find a blue-eye man in K City.

“I help you have dinner.”

Once she stood on her feet, she quickly dropped his hands.

She had been better. He didn’t have to make a fuss as if she was a baby.

Lukas looked at his empty hands and quickly walked up to the table, taking his seat.

Spencer casually looked around the room. The servants had left, leaving an assistant to her and Lukas.

She remembered his name was Harris. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

She didn’t find it was dark outside until she shifted her eyes to the outside.

No wonder she had already been hungry. Worse still, she hadn’t had lunch.

She asked, “How long have I been asleep?”

“Five hours.”

Of course, Annie had fallen asleep while waiting for her.

Looking at her clothes, she felt her heart skipped a beat, wondering if he changed her clothes.

Then he’d see her naked body.

“My clothes?”

“The servants changed them.”

Spencer patted her chest while letting out a sigh of relief.

Harris stood behind Lukas, feeling unease.

It was Lukas who had taken off Spencer’s clothes. The servants only put new clothes on her.

Spencer’s heart ached as she saw all the delicious dishes on the table.

She had no place to live in, but he had delicious food every day.

There were about 20 dishes on the table, each one expensive and exquisite. What ambrosia!

The dishes in Sharp family were nothing comparing to these.

She was so hungry that she was almost mouthwatering.

It amused Lukas.

He fed her with a schnitzel, and it smelled good enough to whet her appetite.

She chewed it contently.

“Delicious?”

She quickly nodded, closing her eyes happily. A smile curved his lips.

There were tears on her face, and her eyes were red and swollen.

But she made a unique picture to him.

He gently said, “You can have it every day.”

Spencer quickly tiled her head up. What did he say?

Was he into her?

No way. He was a gay.

She thought too much.

Spencer continued to enjoy the dishes, paying no attention to his words.

Only the ambrosia on the table could attract her.

Maybe she’d never have food as delicious as these.

About half an hour later, she put away her chopsticks as she finished the dinner.

Looking up to him, she was about to thank him, but she didn’t know his name.

Taking a sip of water, she asked, “What’s your name?”

He dropped his chopsticks, too.

Leveling a look to Harris to make him leave the room, he said, “Lukas Powell.”

“What?”

The name made her choke on her food.

She didn’t care if her ambrosia was tainted by her saliva.

What did he say?

Lukas Powell?

Him?

Was she dreaming?

It’s widely acknowledged that Lukas Powell was Master’s grandson, Boss of Wonfo Group the next

Master.

Spencer gauzed him again. A tailor-made white shirt on a man with defined features and distinctive

blue eyes, not to mention his aristocratic air…

He did act like he was the heir of Powell family, head of the three major influential families in D City.

So he was…

No wonder his room was almost the same as the one in Wonfo Hotel since he was Lukas Powell, he

must have owed the room in his hotel.

Word had it that he had never had a relationship with women, and he was a business genius who was

ruthless, coldhearted and decisive.

Spencer nodded as she agreed that he wasn’t into women.

After all, her beautiful naked body didn’t turn him on.

She’d felt hurt if he wasn’t a gay.

A white handkerchief was handed to her. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up to find him watch

her gently.

She hastily shifted her eyes away as his sapphire eyes were way too alluring.

“T-Thanks.”

His hand suddenly moved away as she held out her hand to take the handkerchief. She looked up at

the man much taller than her, confused.

She thought it was for her.

Then he wiped the corner of her mouth with his slant fingers.

Spencer’s heart stuttered.

Who said he was callous? Bullshit!

“You’re still sick. Let me help you to the bed.”

In a daze, she was carried by him to the bed.

She couldn’t believe that the overbearing Lukas could treat her so well.

Was he up to something?

But she didn’t think she’d be worth it.

She couldn’t help but to ask him, “Why do you treat me so well? What do you want?”

Lukas stared at her dumbfounded look and smiled, “What can you give me?”

Spencer thought of it and failed to answer him.

She guessed, “I look like your ex-girlfriend?”

“No.”

He looked into her eyes and said sincerely, “Because you are my fiancée and wife.”

She was shocked. How came she’d be his fiancée?

She just cancelled her engagement with Samuel Lam. Did he know it?

She guessed again, “Do I look like your fiancée?”

“Is your fiancée missing?”