<h4>Chapter 227: Chapter 227 Spying (2)</h4>


    Here is the requested trantion:


    Lucas Hughes’s heart pounded violently with excitement.


    Watching the video countless times was one thing, but seeing the real person in front of him—this was the first time.


    He hoped this encounter would bring him a different kind of shock and thrill.


    Once his downstairs problem was fixed, he was determined to live a life of endless indulgence, nights filled with pleasure and debauchery.


    After all, these past years, he’d been far too restrained.


    Damn it, he was practically suffocating!


    At this moment, Chloe Simpson was entirely preupied with the lingering smell of hotpot on her body, entirely oblivious to the fact that Lucas had followed her.


    She grabbed only a bathrobe and went directly into the bathroom. Once inside, she promptly stripped off all her clothes.


    She didn’t even bother to lock the door; she simply turned on the showerhead and began to bathe.


    After all, she and Lucas had been together for five years, and they were married.


    The master bedroom came with its own en-suite bathroom, and ever since they got married, she never locked the door while showering or anything of the sort.


    This time was no exception.


    Chloe would never, not even in her wildest dreams, have expected Lucas to act like this.


    Because in her mind, Lucas was still that considerate man who had treated her tenderly for five years, the forgiving husband who even overlooked her marital infidelity.


    Upon entering the bathroom, Chloe discarded her clothing and immediately turned on the showerhead.


    Water streamed down from the showerhead, and she stood there under the spray.


    It was the sound of running water that led Lucas to open the bathroom door.


    The bathroom was thick with mist, mingling with the sound of the water; it created an atmosphere where Chloe wouldn’t suspect anything, even if she weren’t already ustomed to it. The idea of Lucas spying on her wouldn’t even cross her mind.


    Lucas moved with deliberate caution, his hand on the doorknob, turning it ever so slightly before opening the door just a crack.


    There, through the gap, he saw Chloe’s naked body standing under the showerhead,pletely bare.


    Water streamed down her body, cascading from top to bottom.


    The moment Lucasid eyes on her, he instinctively swallowed hard multiple times.


    The thinyer of mist didn’t obscure everything; rather, it added an alluring veil of mystery and seduction.


    This time, Lucas finally saw everything, crystal clear.


    From her neck downward, Chloe’s body was covered with startling marks.


    It was evident how wild things had gotten the previous night.


    Looking at those marks, Lucas could vividly imagine the scenes that had yed out.


    First, there were the hickeys on her wrist, now turned a dark purple-red.


    It was clear how reckless and intense the two must have been, how hard Alexander Johnson had gone on her.


    Lucas had even recorded a video of it and had already watched it at home earlier today.


    Now, seeing the marks on Chloe’s body, linking them to the scenes from the video——


    A surge of blood rushed straight to his lower abdomen!


    Instantly, he was fully hard!


    Unbelievable!


    At this moment, he began to fantasize and recall the scenes of Chloe and Alexander entwined together, naked.


    As he watched and imagined, his hand drifted into his pants.


    Ah! Fuck, this was amazing!


    This woman was fucking wild!


    The more excited he became, the more he regretted not having messed around with Chloe in all these years.


    Now, he was so hard it felt like he might explode.


    Simple handwork wasn’t enough to satisfy Lucas anymore.


    Especially now, staring at the marks on Chloe’s skin and recalling the scenes he had recorded.


    Suddenly, a wild impulse arose in him.


    If he was capable... why not just go in and have his way with her?