Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1489-Can't Let My Wife Down

As everyone watched, Samantha was so flustered that she wanted to dig a hole in the ground.

Instead, the makeup artist rushed over, "Here, here, let me fix you up."

Well, I didn't want to talk.

Later, when she went backstage to get ready, Anna came up with Matthew to wish her well, and Samantha dragged her around for a while to chat. After they left, Biancamaria leaned over Samantha's side and said sorrowfully, "That man was so handsome, but it's a shame he's married."

Hearing this, Samantha froze for a moment, "You mean Anna's husband?"

"Who else? Is it yours?"

"Damn it!" Samantha was sorry about this and immediately spoke up for Luca: "What makes my husband worse than him? My husband is a hundred times more handsome than him! No! He is ten thousand times."

Biancamaria laughed twice: "You could write a manuscript in the future with that man as a type, it might go down a storm."

"Eh." Samantha also sneered twice, "Don't think I won't do anything to you just because you're my editor, if you still don't like my husband, next time I'll write a bully as the male lead."

"Yes, yes, bully heroes are all the rage now, can you write one?"

Samantha refused to talk to her!

The wedding went well, when it was over Samantha was too tired to move, but there was one thing to be happy about today, and that was Luca keeping all the drinks for her.

Since Luca knows that Samantha goes crazy when she drinks, and it was such an important day, Luca was determined not to let Samantha go crazy, so he took the drinks for Samantha.

But the result of keeping Samantha's drinks was that there were more toasts, presumably to deliberately mess with Luca, and by the end of the day Luca's steps were shaky.

But until the wedding was over, he had to keep drinking with everyone.

The two bridesmaids accompanied Samantha.

"Seriously, your husband is drinking like this, will he be okay in this bridal chamber tonight?"

This dirty comment came from her editor, Biancamaria.

Doria smiled wryly from the sidelines.

"No, then let Samantha do it herself."

Samantha gave the two a vacant look, "Don't tell me this nonsense, you go back first, I am tired and want to rest."

She had woken up early in the morning and was very tired from all the running around she had done so far.

Seeing the deep expression of tiredness on her face, her two best friends stopped teasing her and left first. Samantha waited for them to leave and, not caring about the custom, immediately fell into bed and slept.

She had since changed into her wedding dress, so that was what she was wearing now.

It was extremely uncomfortable to sleep in.

But Samantha was so tired that she fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

She did not know how long she had slept, but she thought she heard someone opening the door, followed by footsteps in the direction of her bed.

After that the position next to her sank and the strong smell of alcohol hit her, the smell was too heavy to ignore, and Samantha opened her eyes to see Luke lying next to her.

His eyes were closed, his face and ears were red, and his expression seemed to be a little painful at the moment.

Samantha woke up immediately.

She turned and sat up to check on him and found that Luca had kept his eyes closed and was in pain.

Had he been drinking too much?

Samantha reached out and patted his face, "Wake up."

After a few taps, Luca finally opened his eyes, but just as he did, he startled Samantha because his eyes were red and bloodshot.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing the worried expression on her face, Luca reluctantly pulled at the corners of his lips, "Nothing, I'm just a little tipsy from the drink, I'll be fine after some rest."

Samantha was still very sleepy, but when she saw him like that, she didn't mind sleeping, so she got up and made him a sober soup, and brought a towel to wipe his forehead, mouth and nose.

Luke was really uncomfortable at that moment, being drunk and drinking too much were completely different.

If he moved, his stomach would flip over.

After Samantha finished drying him off, she said softly, "I'll go see if the sobering soup is ready, you wait."

Luke looked up and saw that the petite figure was wearing a wedding dress and had not yet changed, so she could not run easily and could only carry the large skirt of her wedding dress with both hands. After a moment, the sound of footsteps resumed and Luke opened his eyes again to see her walking awkwardly toward him with a bowl in one hand and the hem of her dress in the other. This girl.

"Here, I made you a sober soup, take a bowl to warm your stomach."

Luke sat down and finished the sober soup, his stomach was still a little queasy, but a little better than before, and when Samantha tried to leave, Luke grabbed her wrist and wouldn't let go. "Don't go, just lie here with me."

"Fine." Samantha lay on her side and blinked, "How much did you drink?"

Luke could only laugh bitterly at her words, those individuals really had no measure, two drinks per person, it didn't seem like much, but once the number increased, he really couldn't take it. "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you keep my drinks for me."

"What are you talking about? If I don't keep your drinks, will I watch you go crazy at the wedding?"

Samantha reached out her hand and gave it a squeeze, saying disgruntled, "It's better if I'm mad, because if I'm mad, people won't dare toast.

Luke reached out his hand and took her in his arms, his voice hoarse, "It's okay, it's not too uncomfortable."

He said it wasn't uncomfortable, but that he had been lying there for some time until he returned and had done nothing else, oh, except take her in his arms.

With Luca in that condition, Samantha was a little depressed, thinking that tonight's evening of chivalry was probably out of the question.

She pursed her lips in depression, although she wasn't really looking forward to tonight's wedding night, I guess, but she didn't expect it to be a no either, so Samantha was still a little disappointed.

But disappointment is disappointment, and she wouldn't have had a problem if Luca hadn't been so uncomfortable.

The two simply lay there in peace and quiet, the wedding night really peaceful compared to the hustle and bustle of the day, especially lying next to Luca, whose heartbeat Samantha could hear so clearly. The new room was decorated with a large wedding sign and dimly lit.

As she lay there, Samantha's sleepiness returned, and just as she was about to fall asleep, Luca's hands suddenly became indiscriminate.

Samantha's drowsiness was immediately dispelled, and she looked up at him, "What are you doing?"

Luca's eyes were dark and heavy, evidently different from before, his voice was rough but clear: "Tonight, it's our wedding night, I can't let my wife down."