Part 3The Villain Husband's Secret Obsession

I was engrossed in the comments when the man beside me turned over, letting out a pained groan.

Luke had an old injury from being hit by a heavy object at a construction site years ago. It hurt whenever it rained.

Thinking of the comments saying he stayed a widower for me for decades and eventually died in the sea with my ashes...

My eyes felt hot. My hand tentatively reached into his quilt, slowly climbing onto his shoulder.

I felt Luke's body freeze, but he didn't stop me.

Until my hand touched his chest muscles, Luke's breath hitched. He grabbed my hand, voice hoarse: "What are you doing?"

I pursed my lips: "Where's the medicated oil? Shall I rub it for you?"

The man's grip on my hand tightened, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

I knew what Luke was thinking.

Before we broke up, I used to massage him often, but every time, things would spiral out of control.

The more I thought, the hotter I felt. I quickly pulled my hand back and turned my back to him.

"If you don't want to, forget it. Sleep."

[Ahhh, Supporting Actress, why did you retreat? The villain's string of reason was about to snap!]

[Don't worry. Since the Supporting Actress isn't going abroad, that string will snap sooner or later. Dilated pupils are her destiny.]

The comments were too much. I simply closed my eyes and pulled the quilt over my head.

Maybe because the wedding was too exhausting, I unknowingly fell asleep.