My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)
Chapter 48

Chapter 48 England

I pulled out the tube in my hands and picked up a chair beside me. I walked towards him slowly at his back. If I smash this on his head, he would die, right?

I lifted the chair, but put it down again. I couldn't do it!

If he die, I would go to jail......

"What? Just like that?" he asked, still looking out, his voice oddly calm.

The reflection from the window showed a man, tall and looking out, and a woman with a petite body, shorter than the man nearly a head.

I put the chair behind him and touched his shoulder. "You must be tired, sit."

Lance tilted his head and glanced at me with the corner of his eyes, he finished his smoke and carried me to my bed. Then, he pressed the bell. The nurse came in and helped me inject the needle and drip again.

"One more time of injection, aren't you pained?" Lance asked me, while helping me pull the covers over my body. Then he touched my face.

I smiled at him and said: "This is nothing to me."

I mean something else in my words.

Lance gave me a lopsided grin and didn't say anything. He took out another cigarette but didn't light it. He just put it between his lips.

Such a precious moment, a moment of peacefulness between us.

Out of nowhere, he asked me about my student life.

"How many times have you dated?" what a weird question.

Tlaughed bitterly and answered him: "Mr, one needs time for relationships."

He didn't get what I mean.

"You didn't have time to date in university? Why was my university life so relaxing?" he asked.

"Of course your life was relaxing, I'm different. I had to work to pay for my tuition fees and my cost of living."

Lance raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding? Didn't you take a lot of money from the

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Chapter 48 England family to pay?"

"Lance, did you forget what you did?" I lived a sad university life, unlike the rest of the people. It was very depressing. "What did I do?" Lance asked with an innocent face that seemed to say: don't try to blame me for things I didn't do.

I reminded him: "When I was still in high school, you were already the master of the house. Don't you remember? You told

your father it's time for me to handle my own life and stop leeching off your family, so you cut off all my expenses."

He seemed to recall this incident and his ears reddened. "Really, I must have forgotten...... are you blaming me or the family?"

I quickly fake a laugh. "Of course not, the Mason's is not my family, Lance you are not anyone to me, so you don't have to pay for my anything, right?"

Lance nodded his head in agreement, he seemed to be satisfied with my answer. "Yeah, no matter what, you should also be grateful that my family still took care of you when you were a kid."

What does he mean? Grateful?

"Yes, I will." I answered.

"But how come I've never seen your act of appreciation towards the family?"

I stopped for a brief moment and teased: "Why not you dig my heart out and see if it's grateful?”

His face turned dark. "I already know your heart must be black in colour."

I touched his chest and stared right into his eyes. "If my heart is black, is yours black too? People always say, never blame the younger generations for what

their older generations did, I was only five, what did I know? What did I do to you to make you treat me so badly? Until now, you're still making me suffer, treating me like a dog. Isn't your heart black too?" Lance lowered down his gaze. He pressed his hands above my hands, as if wanting me to feel his heart beat.

"Jennie Gomez, tell me honestly, do you hate me?"

"hahaha......" was he kidding me?

"Lance, in my eyes, you've always been a very formal person. So please don't throw me these funny jokes." I said. Anyone could see how much I hate this man, there's no point lying to him. Lance must know too, he's not dumb.

Lance's eyes flickered and he pulled my hands away and said jokingly: "So what if you hate me, what can you do?"

I sighed in disappointment and agreed. "True, what can I do? This is a world where the rich bullies the poor."

After the drip-feeding was done, we called a cab and went back. We were both tired so we took off our clothes and lay in bed together. But once I got in bed, my sleepiness went away. I moved my head onto Lance's chest and asked: "I hope to visit England. Why not you bring me there? Don't secret lovers always get to travel with their boss? I'm such a failed lover!"

Lance must replace my sudden change of attitude weird and raised an eyebrow: "Didn't you say you hate me? This is not how you should be acting if you hate me. Why do I get the feeling of you trying to act cute for me?"

"I said it, I hate you, but I can't do anything, then I shall try to love you. Although I'm not a supermodel, but I'm still beautiful. I know you have a fiancé, but I don't mind being your secret love affair." I bullshit. Lance obviously didn't believe me.

"Jennie Gomez, what are you plotting? Why do I get a bad feeling?"

I acted innocent and said: "I just want to visit England, and I'm not rich, so I'm hoping my boss would bring me there, no?"

Lance must have got weirded out by my sudden sweet attitude.

I think he's weird lately, he must think I'm weird too.

Niklaus told me Lance had been doing a lot of transfers to England. He moved a lot of his wealth there. He's working in the States and sometimes in Europe, never in England, so why was he doing this? He must have done something dirty.

"Why, not willing to spend a little on the trip? Then what about giving me a little money? I'll travel alone." I shook his arms, trying to

act like a child. I realized if I acted tough, he would be tough back, I needed to change to a softer tactic.

"Why do you want to visit England?” Lance stared straight into my soul with observing eyes.