My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)
Chapter 142

My Love My Hatred Chapter 142

"If you think I will lie to you, you can get your own blood and hair to be tested with Lexi's."

To be honest, I would be lying if I said I have no feelings at all for that little girl, I have no pictures of myself when! was the same age as her so I had no idea if she looks like me or not.

But she does look like me if I look closer. The timing was right too and she looks like Lance Mason. I have seen Lexi's

medical record and there was her birth date and her blood type is RH blood, just like me and Lance. I couldn't deny straightaway that she isn't mine.

But the reason why I wanted to do a blood test was because I wanted evidence. An evidence that could force

me to face my reality, to slap me awake.

I haven't logged in to my Facebook after all of the things that happened

with Lance Mason.

I inserted my password and called Javier. Javier picked up and I was relieved to his voice knowing that he was safe. I quickly hung up without

speaking any words to him because I was afraid that I would cry like a baby if I did.

Thanded the phone to Lance and he asked me, "Why didn't you speak?"

"I heard his voice and I know he is safe, that's enough." I answered.

"That's enough?" he asked, seeming like he couldn't believe what I just said.

"Why? Do you want me to tell him that I am miserable here and ask him to come take me away from here?" I said

sarcastically

Lance knitted his eyebrows together and put his phone back to his pocket.

I walked to the front door and the guards were quick to block my way. Lance Mason was afraid that I would run away so he had guards at every door in this mansion.

"Let me out, Lance Mason, I want to get some fresh air. I won't run away."

I pushed open the door of his study room and saw that he was holding a pencil. He was so focused on the paper in his hand.

I walked closer and saw that he was drawing a little girl whose age was around 5 or 6 years old. His drawing is bad but I knew it was me.

He heard what I said just now but he didn't give any response. Maybe he just wanted me to see what he was drawing. He thought I would be touched by him drawing a younger me? Didn't he know that all the memories back then are all bad memories. It will just make me remember how he treated me back then.

"I am talking to you, Lance Mason."

He didn't answer me, he just kept drawing. The little girl was wearing a yellow dress and looked just like a little princess.

I walked towards him and said, "Princess dress?"

Lance nodded slowly.

"I have never worn a dress before." I said sarcastically.

Lance stopped his action for a few seconds and started to draw again, "I'm not drawing you; I am drawing my

My face turned red in a matter of seconds. Luckily, he wasn't looking at me otherwise he would have embarrassed me, again.

"Let your guard move so that I can go out for a bit, I won't run away."

Lance didn't answer, did he mean that I couldn't even go out of the front door?"

Just when I was about to throw a fit, he spoke, "I don't know how to draw shoes, help me draw one."

Looking at his drawing I knew that he just started to draw not long ago. It was a good drawing if the person who

looks at it doesn't know anything about drawing. But for me, someone who knows art, this is a bad drawing. He asked me to help him draw shoes but I wanted to help him modify the whole. "I will let you out after you finish

this."

He stood up and let me sit down.