My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 163

He looked very happy because I just kissed him. He looked like he was really happy and I couldn‘t mak NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

e out if he was acting or not.

I slept uncomfortably that night.

It was because Lance was hugging me too tight.

It was already 10 in the morning when I woke up.

Lance woke up earlier than me and when he saw I opened my eyes, he asked, “Morning. Did you sleep

well?”

He was about to kiss me and I quickly covered his mouth with my hand, “Morning breath.”

He smiled and he looked good when he smiles, not kidding.

“It‘s okay.”

He wanted to pull my hand away and I said, “I don‘t feel okay with it!”

He stopped smiling and he looked like he was hurt because of what I said.

If we were just a normal couple, we would be fine with this whole incident.

But we weren’t, I couldn‘t

say that I don‘t feel okay when I am with him, he would feel like I hate him very much.

And indeed, I hate him.

“Get up now.” He let go of me and walked into the bathroom.

I didn‘t want to brush my teeth in the same room with him so I stayed in bed for a while.

He walked out of the washroom and said, “Get up now, aren‘t you hungry?”

I nodded. I was really hungry.

I got out of bed and walked to the bathroom.

I saw a glass of water and a toothbrush which had toothpaste on it.

Was he trying to be nice to me?

I walked downstairs and saw Lance waiting for me.

I sat down in front of him and asked, “Where is Lexi?”

He looked at me and seemed very pleased with my question, “You are starting to sound like a mother n

ow.”

“I will be responsible if she really is my daughter.”

“You will be a good mother, right?”

He wanted me to make a promise to be a good mother. And being a good mother for Lexi means I woul

d have to listen to every order he makes.

He was overthinking.

After breakfast, Lance attended an internet meeting in his study room.

He agreed to let me walk around in

the neighbourhood. And he warned me to not go out of this neighbourhood.

I wouldn‘t be able to go out of this neighbourhood. The guards wouldn‘t let me out.

Just when I was in deep thought, someone patted my shoulder.

I turned around and saw the owner of the 9th mansion, the stranger I met after I was kicked out by Lan

ce that night. Lance once told me that his last name is Smith. At first I still thought he last name was Sa

nds, like Niklaus.

“Walking around alone, Mrs. Mason?”