Trapped in His Love Obsession novel

Chapter 88

Sunlight enters through the room’s open window, and the light falls on the bed. Warm the room.

Someone under the blanket squinted slowly. There was a soft murmur from there. She squinted again, pulled the

blanket, and wrapped it around her body.

Roll right and left. This used to be the norm when sleeping alone in the shop. She collected half her life this way.

“Hmmm.” She yawned and pulled the blanket up.

“Are you awake?” Damian's voice in the morning always sounded louder than usual.

Livia dropped the blanket on the floor because she jumped in surprise. She took the pillow to cover herself and

peeked.

“Baby.” Called in a low voice, confirming that it was her husband.

‘Where am 1? Where am | now? Hey, shouldn't | be at the shop? In my shop, and | should be alone!

Already panicked, trying to remember what happened last night. “Get up and clean yourself up there!”

“Well, fine.”

Livia was still peeking under her pillow, sweeping the room intently. Her husband was sitting on the sofa wearing

a towel robe. Livia wiggles her head slowly. Reminiscing why she could be in this place and together with

Damian. What happened last night was that she could sleep with Damian in this strange place. Not finding an

answer no matter how hard she thought.

Livia got out of bed.

Bathroom, bathroom, where is the door. Oh, that's it.”

Without turning or glancing at Damian, she walked briskly towards the bathroom. Lock the door. Now she was

standing in front of the mirror, looking at her appearance.

Her clothes are exactly the sas those she wore to her mother’s birthday party. But, unfortunately, a sad

birthday party that made her run away did not chand chose to return to the shop.

That's right, last night | slept in the shop because I didn’t want to see that annoying Damian. But why now am |

even with him?

Livia tried to unpack the memory in her head while staring at her reflection in the mirror. Guess what happened

last night. Her face gradually turned pale in the mirror.

When her brain had managed to string together the events of last night. Little by little, it all cback into her

head. Last night's

incident.

“No!”

A loud scream as she slumped to the floor.

So last night wasn’t a dream!

Grabbing the wall as a foothold to get up, then leaning against the wall. She banged her head slowly.

“Stupid! Stupid! Is this the end of my life?”

BANG!

The sound of the door being forced open. But because Livia locked the door, it didn’t open.

Now there was a loud banging on the door.

“Get out in ten minutes, or you're done!” After saying that sounds, Damian’s footsteps moved away.

‘Damn it!” Damn it!

She didn’t even have tto Think. Hurrying to take off her clothes and shower. Because there was no change of

clothes, she also put on a towel robe hanging on the wall. Get out of the bathroom while drying her hair. She

peeked behind the door, looking for where Damian was. Instead, the man is sitting on the sofa. In front of him

was already served food.

“lam hungry. | am hungry.’ Livia looked at the food on the table.

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“Chere, tinish your breakfast. We need to talk later.” Damian patted the chair next to him.

“No, what is he talking about? After he says that, he does think | can still eat.”

But in an instant, the fruit juice and sandwich on the plate were gone. So again, what she says is not what she

does.

“You must be hungry, right?” Damian wiped the sauce off Livia’s lips. “Want to eat mine?” Damian handed her

his, the one he had bitten off. Livia wanted to refuse, but she nodded her head.

I've made a fatal mistake to him, so I have to lick him so as not to anger.”

“Thank you, baby.”

Being restless and feeling anxious. Last night at the party she didn’t eat well.

“It’s finished? Already full?”

“Yes. Thank you.” Livia was about to move from her seat. “Baby, where are we now?”

Damian pulled Livia’s hand, who was about to get up from sitting. The faint smile again hinted that something

terrible was about to happen,

“Where are we? Livia’s white shoulders parted. Don’t you remember what happened last night?” gently pulling

the towel with his forefinger. The girl blushed, then pushed him again, returning him to his original position.

“Haha, nothing happened last night?” Her face was pale. Because she realized what had happened last night.

“Baby, don’t you have any clothes | can wear?”

“Clothes? You don’t need it now.” Again he pulled the towel with his index finger until Livia’s shoulders were

exposed. “You really don’t remember what happened last night.”

Livia wanted to return the position of the towel to its place, but her hand was gripped by Damian, “Don’t

remember?” Damian repeated his question

“No, no, honey. | don’t remember anything.” Livia shook her head over and over again with as innocent a face as

possible.

“It turned out that there was luck for Brown to record what happened last night. But, on the other hand, it could

be evidence of your insolence.” Damian laughed happily, seeing Livia’s panicked lace hearing the word record.

“Recording?!”

“How could that damn bastard even think of recording me?’

“Baby, I'm sorry if i did something rude to you last night.” Hugging Damian strongly. Like saying, | won't let you

go even if you push me.

“Letgo! You really are being insolent, aren't you.”

“Don’t want to! Forgive me. I'm sorry. Forgivefirst.” Hugging while pleading. Burying her face into Damian's

chest shamelessly.

“What's your fault? You said you don’t remember what happened last night.” Grinning. grabbing Livia’s chin.

‘Damn! Why is he so good at turning things around? If | confess, | remember, uh! I'd be crazy. I'm done.’

“Did I hit you hard?” Finally confessed. Ready to accept whatever will happen in a high level of surrender.

“You do remember, Baby.”