The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Returns!
Chapter 61: Trapped In His Arms Again

Chapter 61: Trapped In His Arms Again

There were many times Lucy imagined seeing Landon again.

Each version was different, but he’d just stand there and stare at her. He would look at her coldly with his arm around Yvonne’s shoulders. He would then turn around and leave, making Lucy chase after them.

In another dream, Lucy would watch him kneel before her, begging her to forgive him.

These dreams, however, did not give her any relief or satisfaction. She’d wake up, sweating and gasping for air. Then, she would drown herself in tears.

But dreams should be different from reality, right?

And so, Lucy thought it would make her feel better if she could see Landon and everyone else miserable like she was in the past.

Yet, she didn’t know what she felt now that she saw Landon like this.

"Lucy..."

Lucy looked away.

She shouldn’t get weak now. Her resolve shouldn’t break just because he’s hurting. What if it’s just an act? Landon had been great in doing that. He had been an expert in pretending he loved her in front of everyone, right?

Even she ended up believing all his sweet words and affectionate actions.

And where did that bring her? She told herself to take another step and leave him there. She shouldn’t concern herself with him anymore.

Turning her back to him, Lucy started to walk away. She headed in the opposite direction and forced herself not to glance back even when she could still hear her name being called by him.

"Lucy... please, come back to me."

Lucy clenched her fists tightly. Her tears gathered up her eyes.

She can no longer go back to him. What they had before was all in the past now.

Her cheeks felt wet as tears slowly fell from her eyes. She wiped them away, but it continued to fall despite trying to force herself not to cry.

"What the hell?!"

The elevator opened and two passengers came out of it. They stumbled as they walked out, failing to see Landon, who was lying on the ground.

"Why the hell are you lying over here?"

"Is he alive?"

"What? He’s dead?!"

"Should we call the security?"

The passengers inside the elevator started to panic. They quickly jumped to conclusions without checking on Landon.

At this rate, Landon would be on the news soon, reported as a dead body found outside an elevator in a 5-star hotel.

That is if Lucy doesn’t do anything.

As the situation worsened, one passenger mentioned doing a live stream. Lucy stopped in her tracks. She turned and headed towards them.

Stopping in her heels, Lucy said with gritted teeth, "Oh, for God’s sake, he’s not dead. Just drunk, stupid, and you’re make things even worse, people. Now, move."

The passengers hesitated, looked at each other, but backed away. She crouched down beside Landon, glared at him, and smacked him on the arm.

"Ugh!"

Lucy stilled. She didn’t wake him up, did she?

Fortunately, Landon didn’t open his eyes and succumbed deeply into slumber, curling his form into a fetal position.

She let out an exasperated sigh before grabbing his arm and yanking him up. The moment she touched him, however, Lucy felt hesitant.

Despite him wearing a coat over his shirt, the heat of his skin still burned her. Lucy could only steel herself and keep her hand under his arms, pulling him from in front of the elevator.

Someone from the people inside the elevator hesitated before asking, "Are you sure he’s okay?"

Lucy shot them a sharp look. "Yes, he’s fine. I suggest you all go on your own way."

Finally, the crowd disappeared when the elevator finally closed.

Dragging Landon down the hallway was not graceful, nor was it easy. Lucy wondered why she was making herself like this? Landon didn’t need her help, and he didn’t deserve it, either.

Yet, here she was, hauling his dead weight in front of the room she was previously in.

Letting one hand free, Lucy knocked, once, twice, before taking a deep breath.

It took a few seconds before the door swung open, and Percy leaned against the frame, eyeing her with a delighted smirk.

"Changed your mind, Lucy? Decided you wanted to sleep with me, after all?"

Lucy narrowed her eyes. "You—out."

Before Percy could respond, she grabbed him by the front of his robe and pulled him out of the doorway, shoving Landon inside instead.

Percy barely had time to process what happened before he found himself standing in the hallway, staring at his door.

A few moments later, the door opened again. Percy wanted to go in, but before he could take a step forward, Lucy pushed out the woman he had a one-night stand with and closed the door in his face.

"What the..."

Percy stared and blinked.

Inside the room, Lucy locked the door behind her.

She let out a long sigh, glancing down at the mess of a man sprawled across the floor. "This better be the last time I ever do something stupid for you."

Since seeing him at the café, nothing has been going well with her. Lucy planned to stay away as far as possible from Landon from now on.

Lucy grunted as she dumped Landon onto the bed, not bothering to be gentle. He landed face-first into the mattress, groaning incoherently, and Lucy crossed her arms, watching him with mild disgust.

"Pathetic," she muttered under her breath.

She made a point of not covering him with a blanket. If he was going to be this much of a problem, he could freeze for all she cared. Maybe he’d wake up with a sore body or a fever—one could only hope.

Turning around, Lucy was about to leave. She had done enough. More than enough. She even ventured off from her revenge plan, helping an enemy.

But just as she stepped away from the bed, a firm grip wrapped around her wrist.

Lucy stiffened.

Before she could react, she was pulled backward, throwing her off balance. A startled gasp slipped from her lips as she landed on the bed—right beside him.

"What the—?!"

Before she could push away, Landon’s arms curled around her, locking her in place as he buried his face into the crook of her neck.

Lucy froze.

The heat of his body seeped through her clothes, his slow, warm breaths brushing against her skin, sending an unwilling shiver down her spine. He sighed, whispering something unintelligible.

"Landon." Her voice was low and filled with warning.

No response.

Lucy twisted in his grasp, trying to free herself. But his grip only tightened. His strong arms caged her in his arms.

Oh, hell no.

She tried again, pushing at his chest. But it was like trying to move a mountain. And worse, every time she shifted, he adjusted with her, his body following hers, clinging to her like she was some kind of lifeline.

"Landon," she hissed. "Let. Go."

Nothing.

He only sighed again, his lips ghosting over her skin as he whispered in his sleep, "Smells good..."

Lucy’s entire body went rigid.

"..."

Suddenly, she regretted pushing Percy out of his room. She could’ve made use of his help to get out of this situation.

But there was no time for regrets.

For now, though... she let out a sharp exhale and relaxed. If she continued struggling, she’d just tire herself out.

Lucy told herself to stay awake. The moment he loosened his hold; she’d slip out and be gone before he even had the chance to wake up. No way in hell was she going to be here when he opened his eyes in the morning.

Just ten minutes. Let’s hold out for ten minutes...

With a scowl, Lucy reluctantly lay in his tight embrace, glaring at the ceiling.

But the familiar warmth surrounding her, combined with exhaustion of dragging Landon around all night, and the sleepless nights before, was betraying her.

Just five minutes, she told herself. Just a little rest. Then, I’ll leave.

But five minutes turned to ten. Then twenty.

And before she realized it, her breathing evened out, her tense muscles relaxed, and darkness pulled her under.