Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love



Lucy was disappointed.

Although she had a rough outline of each frame in her mind, whenever she tried to put pen to paper, she was met with various obstacles. Sometimes, the overall composition of the drawing was not in harmony, making it look awkward.

Other times, the lines in the little details were too messy and not seamless enough. These minor flaws affected the overall aesthetic.

Lucy set her drawing pencil aside, feeling at a loss.

Outside the window, a chirping bird of an unknown species perched on a nearby rooftop.

It caught Lucy's eye. When she looked over, she noticed that the evening sky had darkened with clouds gathering together. They chased the last remnants of daylight on the horizon...

Not long after, a sense of drowsiness overcame her. She could no longer resist the urge to close her eyes.

It seemed like she was exhausted.

With so much going on in the past few days, it was no wonder Lucy was tired. Perhaps her dissatisfaction and inability to focus on her artwork were because of her fatigue.

She realized that she needed to take a break and relax.

Feeling a little lightheaded, she could not resist closing her eyes, regardless of the noise in her surroundings.

She still held the book in her hand, drifting off to sleep before she was able to return it to its original place.

Just then, Matthew knocked on the door, but there was no response.

He knew Lucy well. She never liked to be disturbed while she was drawing as her ideas would go out the window.

However, Matthew was worried about her, so he decided to check up on her anyway.

Lucy had a bad habit. Once inspiration struck, no one could stop her. Sometimes, she would stay in her room for five or six hours straight and be nowhere to be found during mealtime. How could he let that happen?

Lucy was already too fragile in Matthew's eyes. If she neglected her meals, it would just break his heart.

"Wifey?"

Matthew asked patiently after knocking for a while with no response.

He held the handle and realized that it was unlocked, so he gently pushed

it open to find Lucy sitting on the 1.99

leather couch with a book in her

one

hand, carelessly fast asleep.

Lucy's hair was disheveled on both sides, and her crimson lips were slightly parted. She looked innocent and harmless in her sleep.

Matthew did not even have the time

to appreciate Lucy's sleeping face. All he could think about was how much Lucy was just like a child. It was evening, and the temperature was dropping sharply, yet she fell asteep without even covering herself with a blanket.

"Wifey..."

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Although Matthew was angry, he would not show it to Lucy. He could

only patiently speak to he

"Wifey,

how could you fall asleep at this time?"

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Matthew pinched Lucy's small cheek, feeling her smooth and soft skin.

Lucy groggily woke up with her eyes still half-closed, clearly still half-asleep.

"What is it?"

Lucy rubbed her eyes, feeling that this short nap was not enough. She was still tired, and her drowsiness had not gone away yet. Suddenly, she slumped onto Matthew's broad shoulder, closed her eyes, and fell asleep again, shallowly breathing onto Matthew's neck. Matthew chuckled softly. "The maid said you stayed in the room for several hours without coming out, so I came to check on you."

Matthew gently kissed Lucy's hair. Her hair was so soft that he could not resist leaning his head against hers.

Lucy only heard about half of what he said, so she responded in a daze, “Mmm..."

Then, she closed her eyes again, drifting off to dreamland.