Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1872

The ordeal went on for over an hour.

With every strike, Lucinda exerted her full strength.

Her energy rapidly depleted due to the intense activity.

Eventually, she stopped.

Nathan stepped forward, wrapping her in his arms.

As Aldric had predicted, she wore herself out with her emotional release and soon drifted into slumber.

Nathan sighed in relief, carefully tucking her in bed.

The painful episode was finally over.

After a few minutes, once he was sure she was soundly asleep, he cautiously sat on the bed’s edge, wincing from the pain in his buttocks, to inspect his injuries.

His pajamas were ripped and was no longer wearable.

His body was covered in wounds, deep in shades of red and purple.

Some of them were even bleeding.

Lucinda’s strength was undeniable.

He sighed helplessly, braved the pain coursing through his entire body, descended to the kitchen, and gently applied an ice pack to his face.

Next, he fetched the first-aid kit and settled onto the sofa.

He tended the wounds within his reach, efficiently applying medicine, and sprayed an anti-swelling solution on his back.

He swiftly and skillfully cared for his injuries.

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Then he returned to the bedroom and tidied up the shattered pieces of the lamp scattered on the floor.

By the time he finished tidying up, it was already three in the morning.

He changed into fresh pajamas, concealing his scars, and carefully lay beside Lucinda, slowly drifting off to sleep with her in his arms.

Lucinda didn’t wake up until the afternoon.

The aroma of beef porridge, cooked by Nathan, roused her from sleep.

As she fully awoke, she was unaware that the scraps of last night’s chaos, the shattered lamp, and the torn pajamas already disposed of by him.

Shifting slightly, she suddenly felt an unexplained sense of exhaustion and weakness.

Just as she puzzled over it, she spotted him entering with a bowl of porridge in hand.

Nathan set it down on the bedside table, offered her a pillow, and assisted her, leaning against the headboard.

“Honey, what happened between us last night? Why do I feel so exhausted?” she asked, confused.

Lucinda had whipped him for over an hour last night.

How could she not feel exhausted?

Nathan chose not to reveal the truth.

With a loving smile, he explained, “You had a nightmare.

Maybe that disturbed your sleep, making you feel tired.

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“Really?” Lucinda wasn’t convinced.

“Even if I had a nightmare, I wouldn’t be this exhausted, would I? Plus, why is there no memory of what happened last night?”