My husband is acting different. 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

In the room, Lucien lay asleep, but his rest was far from peaceful.His brows were tightly furrowed, deep lines forming on his forehead. His hands trembled slightly, and his lips quivered as if holding back something heavy.Sweat gathered on his skin, and his breathing turned uneven.He was dreaming.No, reliving.In his nightmare, he stood in the middle of the palace hall, on his knees, his body pressed against the cold floor.“I didn’t do it,” he kept saying. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”But no one listened.He looked around.Every face was filled with disgust.Judgment.Cold indifference.Then his eyes landed on Syran.Standing to the side, watching.Smiling.A quiet, cruel smile that no one else seemed to notice.But Lucien saw it.He remembered it clearly.That same expression, the one Syran wore when everything was falling apart for him.When his life was being destroyed.Then Lucien turned his gaze to the one person he wanted to believe him.Anna.But what he saw made his ches

When Lyra heard his question, she turned to him slowly.His eyes looked sad.His fingers tapped lightly against the teacup, restless, unsure.She frowned slightly.Why is he asking me this?They had never spoken like this before.In the past, they simply lived around each other, not with each other.She never expected love from him.All she had wanted was basic respect.A husband who did not embarrass her in public.Someone who could at least acknowledge her family.But even that had failed.After their wedding, her mother had tried to include him in family gatherings.She had introduced him proudly, tried to make him feel welcome.But Lucien always stayed distant.He stayed on his phone, uninterested in conversations.He spoke rudely to guests.He never made an effort.Eventually, even her mother stopped trying.It became clear he had no intention of fitting in.He liked parties, late nights, careless friends, and chaotic living.He came home in the morning more than once.He doubted

While waiting for the doctor, Lyra kept rubbing his hands, trying to bring back some warmth into them.When the doctor arrived, she carefully lowered Lucien’s head onto a pillow and stepped aside, though her eyes never left him.“He was fine when we talked an hour ago,” she said quickly, her voice unsteady. “But later we found him collapsed on the floor. He was drenched in sweat and his body was cold. Please check what happened to him. He just woke up from a coma and now this…” her words came out in a rush.The doctor paused for a second, clearly surprised by her panic, then nodded.“Don’t worry, Ms Dallas. We will check Mr Crossel. Please calm down.”He moved closer and checked Lucien’s pulse, then used a small torch to examine his eyes.“Did he take his medications today?” he asked.As he spoke, the nurse checked Lucien’s blood pressure and temperature.Lyra turned her head slowly toward David.David stepped forward nervously. “Doctor… Master has not eaten anything since morning. He

Lucien slowly opened his eyes.Lyra’s anxious face came into view as she called his name again and again, her voice tight with worry.The moment he focused on her properly, she let out a breath of relief.“Are you okay? Did you have a nightmare? Are you in pain anywhere?” she asked, one question after another.He blinked slowly, still dazed, trying to catch up with reality.Her face was close. Too close.Her hair was messy, her expression tense, and her eyes filled with something he had never seen before when she looked at him.Worry.For him.He felt something shift in his chest.If it was not for her voice, he would have stayed trapped in that darkness.He lifted his trembling hand and gently touched her face. His fingers were cold against her warm skin.“Lyra…” he whispered, his voice hoarse.She shivered slightly at his touch.Hearing her name from his lips like that… soft, careful, almost afraid… it felt strangely intimate.Before he could say anything else, she suddenly pulled h

Lucien fell into a deep sleep, exhausted from the medication and weakness.His black curls spread across the pillow, contrasting against his pale skin that seemed to glow softly under the faint light coming through the window.He lay partially over Lyra, his head resting against her chest, his breathing slow and steady.But Lyra was wide awake.She had been waiting for this moment.Turning her head slightly, she looked down at him, feeling the calm rhythm of his breathing. Once she was sure he was deeply asleep, she softly called,“Lucien…”He didn’t respond.A faint, knowing smile appeared on her lips.Her fingers moved gently into his curls, slowly stroking his hair as she admired his face.Was he always this handsome?How did I never notice before?Her hand slipped from his hair, and she hesitated before reaching for his face.Just then, he shifted in his sleep.She froze.Lucien turned slightly, now facing her directly, their faces suddenly very close.Too close.Lyra’s breath hit