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 started 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 things hard for me? What do you want? Let bygones be bygones, as I have always said, and let's forget ab 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 expect me to be with you, just because you simply said you like me? I cannot just forget about the past; my pas Lance was drunk, so he might forget what I said and did tonight. Recalling the time when he slapped me 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 snores, 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 before. 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 grossed 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 small 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.

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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 someone 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 replaces 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 slapped 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?" II 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 tone 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 these things work. Just cover up the finger prints."