Chapter 392: Look like a fairy
The next morning, Lucius woke to find the bed beside him empty. He glanced at the clock—it was already past six. Stretching his limbs, he decided to start the day with some light exercise and made his way to the in-house gym.
After an invigorating workout, he returned to the bedroom, wiping off a light sheen of sweat. His gaze immediately landed on Layla, who was already dressed. She wore an elegant all-white ensemble—trousers paired with a soft cardigan—that complemented her delicate features perfectly.
Lucius unscrewed the cap of a water bottle and took a slow sip before asking, "What’s with all the white today?"
Layla turned to him with a playful smile. "I thought I’d look like a fairy in white. That’s why I chose this outfit. Why? Don’t I look good?"
Lucius chuckled, setting the bottle on the table. "That’s not what I meant. You do look like a fairy, an angelic one." His eyes lingered on her for a moment before he added, "I would’ve kissed you, but right now, I’m not exactly in the best state for that."
Layla tilted her head, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Then freshen up first," she suggested with a teasing smirk. "Though, I wouldn’t mind kissing you just as you are." She took a step toward him, but Lucius immediately backed away with a smirk of his own.
"But I’d rather be clean first," he replied, making her laugh as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Layla twirled around the room, her heart light with joy as she hummed a soft tune. The excitement of becoming a mother filled her with warmth, making every moment feel magical. She stopped by the bedside table and picked up her phone, a bright smile gracing her lips.
Standing before the mirror, she adjusted her posture and captured a picture of herself, wanting to preserve this beautiful moment. She had made up her mind. Every month, she would take a picture until the day she finally held her child in her arms.