63: ONCE AGAIN

  ARIEL'S POV   The day had gotten dark, and here I was, sitting down in Luke's bedroom, clad in my soft and comfortable night robe. The wedding had finally come to an end, and I was once again Luke's wife. I was back to the billionaire.   Just as I was lost in my thoughts, Luke emerged from the steam-filled bathroom, his body adorned only with a towel snugly wrapped around his waist. Drops of water went down his drenched hair, giving it a tousled, seductive appearance.   The sight of his well-sculpted abs peeking through the fabric of the towel was undeniably appealing. In that instant, he exuded a captivating charm that was hard to resist.   Luke's presence in the room was magnetic. His captivating gaze locked with mine, and a mischievous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. The allure of his rugged masculinity was impossible to ignore.   But I quickly turned my face away. What the hell was I thinking? I shouldn't start taking my mind too far.   I glanced at Luke onc