She is a CEO novel Chapter 742

Chapter 742 A Night of Confession

"Lucia, why are you apologizing all of a sudden?" Arthur asked, looking worriedly into Lucia's eyes as he sat down by the bed to make sure their daughter was safe.

Lucia raised her head slightly. A pair of eyebrows had been imperceptibly locked together, as her heart can not untie the knot.

Seeing the sadness in her eyes, which had been shining in the past, Arthur's heart skipped a beat, and he could not help but take pity on her hand and ask softly,

"Does that mean something?"

"You've always been... so gentle." Arthur's words were too gentle, like a feather gently brushing Lucia's heart, but the softness made her feel more and more pain.

"Only to you," Arthur said without hesitation.

Lucia opened her bright eyes and stared at Arthur.

"What's wrong?" Arthur didn't know what Lucia was thinking, and he didn't feel anything wrong with what he said. He asked her softly, lifting his hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, and scrutinized the gauze on her face to see if it oozed blood.

Just as Arthur touched the gauze on Lucia's cheek, a drop of warm liquid suddenly dripped onto his index finger. He was stunned for a moment and looked up. Lucia was crying.

Speaking of crying, Lucia did not choke up. Her expression did not seem to change, but her tears seemed to have a life of their own. They spilled out of her eyes and fell down like that.

What a heartbreaking woman...

With a sigh in his heart, Arthur took Lucia into his arms. His voice was steady but impatient,

"Lucia, why are you crying?"

She buried her head in Arthur's neck. The familiar smell made Lucia's nose ache. She couldn't help but tell the story. It was only when she spoke that she realized that she was choking up.

"If you had given up on me for your family, I would have been angry. I would have hated you..."

When Arthur heard this, he knew what Lucia was thinking. He frowned, put his arms around Lucia, and told her,

"I never felt like I was giving up, and even if I did, my heart would automatically give up that feeling, and thankfully, I stuck with it."

"But I've never been fair to you..." Lucia's tears rolled down her cheeks. She was the one apologizing, but it sounded like she was the one who was being pitied.

"What I want is not justice." Arthur hugged Lucia and spoke softly but his heart was unwavering.

"It's you."

There was so much love in these words that Lucia couldn't figure it out, but she knew she was drowning in it.

The veil of truth was torn apart. Forbearance, tenacity, and patience, at this moment, the woman he loved was in his arms. Arthur could not control anything else. He could only hug her back with his strong arms, to validate each other's feelings.

They did not need too many words. In the quiet night, the loved ones can embrace and sleep, which was the most happy thing.

Lucia could not remember when she had fallen asleep. The only thing she remembered was Arthur's warm embrace and the relaxed feeling in her heart. Finally, she confessed everything.

When Lucia fell asleep, Arthur was still awake. He gently stroked her cheek again and again. Only God and himself knew how much joy he felt under his seemingly calm and handsome face. Finally, he did not have to endure. Finally, he did not have to force himself to keep a distance with her. Finally, he can hold her openly.

That night, Arthur could say with absolute certainty that he must be happier than Lucia.

It was Arthur's gentle kiss that woke Lucia the next day, not on her forehead but directly on her lips.

When she opened her eyes in a daze, she met Arthur's gentle, smiling eyes. Her lips, which had once been so familiar, were so unfamiliar that Lucia couldn't help but shudder. Her cheeks were pink.

So Lucia put her hand around Arthur's neck, closed her eyes, and returned the simple good morning kiss.

His beloved woman was so active. Arthur sighed and embraced her delicate body, returning to the true feelings.

"How can you be so passionate so early in the morning?" Just as Lucia and Arthur were kissing, a discordant voice rang out in front of the door of the ward.