<h4>Chapter 230: Chapter 230 Lucas, Be Gentle</h4>


    Lucas Hughes genuinely didn’t want to face Chloe Simpson’s face.


    After all, she had been with Alexander Johnson so many times.


    Even though, on their wedding night, it was he who sent Chloe Simpson to Alexander Johnson’s bed.


    Still, he couldn’t bear it!


    Especially after watching those videos of Chloe and Alexander together, over and over again.


    Whenever he looked at Chloe now, the image of her beneath Alexander Johnson would appear uncontrobly in his mind.


    "Mmm... Lucas, be gentle!"


    Chloe, however, hadn’t sensed anything amiss. In fact, she was particrly exhrated right now.


    Because in the five-plus years they’d been together, Lucas Hughes had never treated her like this before.


    Even their kisses were always fleeting, let alone anything deeper.


    Now that they’d finally reached this point, of course, she felt joyous and thrilled.


    She thought, after tonight, everything between her and Lucas would only get better and better.


    No longer like it had been before.


    Isn’t there an old saying?


    Fights between married couples are always resolved between the sheets—wasn’t that the same logic?


    Chloe’s heart brimmed with anticipation, waiting for everything to unfold.


    But she hadn’t expected that her excitement would onlyst a few seconds.


    Soon after, Alexander Johnson’s image shed once more in her mind.


    She even got the illusion that the man behind her was Alexander instead.


    No!


    Chloe, you absolutely cannot think like this. You must understand, you’re Lucas Hughes’s wife now—not Alexander Johnson’s.


    Chloe kept reminding herself, her inner self endlessly struggling.


    Just then, Lucas Hughes’s phone suddenly rang from his pocket.


    How could a man, in such a moment, be bothered to answer a call?


    Lucas pretended as if he didn’t hear it.


    But the phone kept ringing incessantly, its sound grating on Lucas’s nerves.


    He pulled it out, intending to turn it off immediately. But as his gaze swept across the screen, he saw that the caller was Alexander Johnson.


    It’s true, he hadn’t saved Alexander’s number in his contacts.


    But Lucas instantly recognized the number as Alexander Johnson’s.


    After all, being the Duke Harington of the Capital Circle, Lucas had longmitted this number to memory after seeing it so many times.


    Seeing Alexander’s name gave Lucas pause.


    "Chloe, it’s a call from the hospital. It might be a very urgent case. Let me step out to answer it."


    In the end, Lucas made up an excuse before stepping out to take Alexander’s call.


    "Hello, Young Mister Johnson, what’s the matter that you’re calling sote?"


    "Lucas Hughes, you have twenty minutes. Get to Room 4044 at the Nightshade Bar."


    Alexander chuckled lightly, gave themand, and then hung up the phone without further ado.


    "Damn it!"


    Listening to the dial tone of the disconnected call on the other end, Lucas cursed loudly, gripping his phone as if ready to smash it to the ground.


    But with his hand raised mid-air, he hesitated.


    It was his own phone, after all. If he broke it, he’d just have to buy a new one himself—why bother?


    Suppressing the anger surging in his chest, Lucas told Chloe he had to rush back to the hospital, and then he headed straight for Nightshade.


    But from Golden Sunshine to Nightshade, even thirty minutes wouldn’t be enough time, let alone twenty.


    In the end, Lucas drove as fast as he could and arrived at Room 4044 of Nightshade Bar thirty-five minutester.


    "Young Mister Johnson, I’m here... now."


    Standing at the door, Lucas took a deep breath before reaching out to knock.


    But before the final word left his mouth, the door to the room swung open.


    Jack Woods reached out, grabbed Lucas by the cor, and yanked him inside. The door mmed shut, and Jack’s foot shot out, kicking Lucas’s leg. Taken by surprise, Lucas fell straight to the ground.


    Luckily, as Lucas copsed, he instinctively used his hands to protect his head.


    Otherwise, he would have at least suffered a mild concussion from the impact.


    However, while Lucas managed to shield his head, it left his lower half unguarded.


    "Ah! No, stop!"


    The moment Lucas recovered from his daze, he saw Jack Woods holding a knife, aiming directly at his crotch!