My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 174

My Love My Hatred Chapter 174

“Does it matter? What matters is what are you going to do to me?” my hands were on

his chest, pushing him hard. But he was heavy, and to him I am just a little woman, weak. How could I

ever move him away from me with bare hands?

With a swift move, he grabbed both my wrist with only a hand, and brought y hands to his lips. He start

ed kissing each and every one of my fingertips.

“Jennie, I don‘t care if you believe me or not, I don‘t want to hurt you, but why are you always making th

ings hard for me? What do you want? Let bygones be bygones, as I have always said, and let‘s forget

about the past. Why are you always bringing up the past, can‘t you just forget about it and live happily

with our child?” the smell of alcohol from him was strong, seems like he had a lot of wine. He could be

speaking nonsense, of he could be speaking what he really thought.

“What do I want? This is what I wanna ask you! What the hell do YOU want from me? You have already

ruined my life and I didn‘t even have a

chance to say anything. and now you‘re here, asking me what I want? Who gives you the right to expec

t me to be with you, just because you simply said you like me? I cannot just forget about the past; my p

ast was a tragedy!”

Lance was drunk, so he might forget what I said and did tonight. Recalling the time when he slapped m

e in his family mansion, I slapped him

back right now. Since he used violence against me, then so be it, I will be violent back. The cops can‘t

do anything to a powerful man like him, so I decided to take things into my own hands!

I didn‘t expect Lance to just went limp beside me after I slapped him hard. I was stunned, he wasn‘t

responding? Was I too hard? Did I kill him accidentally? I started to panic but then I heard his soft snor

es, then I realized that he was just too drunk and fell

asleep.

I pinched him really, really hard on the waist, saying, “You‘re a bastard! A JERK!”

He used to treat me this way too, so I‘m doing this back.

I didn‘t dare to slap him too much, so after a few more slaps, I stopped. If he wake up suddenly, it‘ll be

my death.

Lance

has always been a very hygienic person, this was my first time seeing him sleep without taking a bath b

efore. Plus he reeked of alcohol.

I already didn‘t like sleeping with him on the same bed, now the smell of alcohol made me even more g

rossed out, so I slept on the sofa in the corner of his bedroom.

In the middle of the night, he kept calling out for me to bring him water.

“Jennie…… Jennie! I‘m thirsty…….” He said a few times with husky voice.

I wanted to ignore him but he kept going on and on and it annoyed the hell out of me.

I went down to fill a bottle of water for him. While I was in the kitchen, I saw some onions, so I put one s Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

mall piece inside the water.

When he drank it, he asked

sleepily, “Why does this water taste like shit? Jennie, I want clean water……”

Tignored him and went back to the

sofa to sleep.

The next day when I woke up, he was still sound asleep. I went to wash up and brush my teeth. When I

got out of the bathroom, he was already sitting on the bed. He was touching his face, giving

me weird looks.

I was actually a bit guilty, because he has always got sensitive skin, a few hard slaps from me showed

very obviously

on his skin, my fingerprints were all over his face. If he look at himself in the mirror, he would know som

eone touched him while he was asleep.

The servants were not allowed upstairs, so it was obvious I was the one ho slapped him. I wonder what

he would

o to me once he finds out?

“Why is my face so painful?” he asked, he looked confused.

I pretended to not hear him and walked towards the door.

“Wait a minute! Stop!” Lance called out. I ignored him but he came and grabbed my wrists very quickly.

“You, woman, are obviously guilty. What did you do?” he pulled me to the bathroom while

asking. Well, there goes my life. “You were drunk yesterday and wanted to f*ck me, but I couldn‘t sol sl

apped you a few times to stop you.”

He stared at himself in the mirror, touching his face. He looked very unhappy.

“You know very hard a drunk man cannot get hard, don‘t try to bullshit with me. Wow, Jennie, you really

are harsh!” he gritted his teeth and raised

I thought he wanted to slap me so I flinched. But he didn‘t, he softly slapped the back of my head.

“Borrow me your concealer.” He suddenly said.

“Huh? What are you going to do?” || didn‘t get what he wanted to do.

He pointed at his face and rolled his eyes, “Do you think I can attend meetings looking like this?” his to

ne was filled with irritation. But serves him

right!

I got what he meant and handed him my foundation and concealer. “Use these.”

He lowered down his head nearer to my face and said, “You do it for me. I‘m a man, I don‘t know how t

hese things work. Just cover up the finger prints.”