My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)
Chapter 35

Chapter 35

If what happened tonight happens again in the future, I might as well just die right now. Wow, I fantasized about how satisfied and powerful I must feel when I got my revenge on Lance, but look what happened even before I started my plan.

I thought that I was brave, I thought I wouldn't be terrified since I had nothing to lose anymore. Seemed like I was wrong.

When the old man was on top of me, pressing me down with his body, I realized there's something way scarier than death in this world. The feeling was like when I was 13, a gang of gangsters trying to rape me in the streets.

My memory filled me with extreme hatred for Lance once again, I want him to die and to pay for what he did, but I also wanted a peaceful life.

If, Lance really promised to let me off his grip, then I could consider forgetting everything he did to me and never think of revenge ever again.

I stared at Lance, my heart beating faster and faster.

Lance was staring at me too, he looked serious, but his face was very cold and emotionless.

He seemed to be thinking seriously. I didn't know what was behind his looks and his mind.

My feet were already too cold to feel anything at this point. Out of nowhere, Lance spoke up: "Let you go? Do you deserve it?" he stared at me while he speaks. Then, he added: "You, Jennie Gomez, are my toy and you spark my interest. If I let you go, won't! become bored? Stop dreaming."

Then, he softly patted my face with the back of his hand and grinned like an evil child. "Understand? If you don't get it, think about your mother more."

And with that, he turned around and drove off in his car.

Tears didn't form, my emotions didn't burst out. Was I numb already?

My fever nearly burned my brain off in the middle of the night, I forced myself to get up and measure my own temperature. It was already around 40 degree Celsius!

My throat was hurting like hell I couldn't even eat or drink anything.

I didn't want to die, so I called the ambulance and got myself sent to the hospital.

I didn't go to work the next day and Wendy gave me a call, asking me why I was

A change of attitude absent. I informed her that I had a fever and inflammation, I'm having treatment in the hospital

Wendy didn't say anything and we hung up afterwards.

Nearing the end of the year, work is always more stressful. I thought since my salary would be given depending on Lance's mood, I shouldn't anticipate too much. What am I to

him? Worker? Or his lover on bed? No, not at all, I was just a toy to him.

Ever since Lance started to latch himself on me, like a master of his favourite toy, I noticed I have become the hospital's regular client.

I lined up and sat at the waiting bench for my turn to receive drip-feeding. I was too weak to eat and my throat wasn't recovering at all. When it was my turn, a man sat down beside me. I didn't look at that man but I could smell him.

Oh no.

It must be Lance! I turned to his side and looked up. Sure enough, it was him! God must be kidding me.

The nurse was checking his body and wanted to inject him with something. Must be a vaccine. However, the nurse kept injecting the needle at the wrong place, he raised his brows and clicked his tongue. "Tsk." He seemed really annoyed.

But I was happy internally to see him hurt. Although this little needle won't bring him too much pain, but it still made me happy to see him in any pain at all. Serve him right, jerk.

Lance's male assistant, who was beside him looked dissatisfied and complained the nurse: "is this how you were taught to inject needles? Bring your head of nurse here!"

The nurse must be shocked to be scolded like that, his hands shook a little and injected the needle at the wrong spot again. She pulled the needle out and a little bit of blood shot out. "I'm terribly sorry, forgive me." The nurse said in a small voice.

Lance then smiled warmly at the nurse suddenly. "It's fine, no worries it's not painful at all. Take your time, sweetie."

Huh, look at this gentleman. How sweet. What a joke. I thought to myself, the corner of my lips twitched up. Lance suddenly took a glance at my direction and saw my smirk. I quickly turned to the other way.

After a long time, the nurse finally finished her job. She informed Lance about what he should know, stole a few looks of his face, smiled and rushed off.

Lance opened his mouth to speak to his male assistant. "You may go back to the

A change of attitude office first."

The assistant looked at him and said: "But, you're sick, can you drive?"

"You drive back, I'll call a cab, go." Lance answered.

"Or I can come and pick you up in a while?" the assistant asked again.

Lance told him there's no need and asked the assistant to go back to work. After he left, me and Lance sat on the bench together, we didn't speak at all.

I looked around to see if there were any empty seats left. Unfortunately, no. but it was awkward sitting with him, not saying a single word to each other.

I took out my phone and started scrolling my Instagram, from the corner of my eyes, I could see Lance stealing glances at me, observing me. A lot of the patients here were also using their phones, swiping their screens.

"What's so nice about social medias? Let's watch the show on the TV." Lance spoke up out of nowhere. Strange enough, his tone was...... good.

I was stunned, this was my first time hearing him speak like that to me, with such a normal tone, not filled with insults and sarcasm.

I ignored him and turned my attention back to my phone. He seemed to be unhappy ith my behaviour and snatched my phone away from my hands. "What the hell?" I almost shouted at him.