My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 167

“You‘re not afraid that I will kill

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“Why would I be afraid? We have been sleeping in the same bed for countless nights, you could have

made a move already.”

He was right, I could have killed him in his sleep and died with him.

But I didn‘t want to die so young and I couldn‘t imagine Lexi‘s life without the both of us.

The most important thing was we both know that killing each other wasn‘t the best plan for revenge.

I put the gun down and threw it

back to him, “Don‘t let me hold this thing anymore, I‘m scared that I will accidentally kill you.”

“My pleasure.” He put the gun back to the drawer.

He reached his hand up and pinched my cheek.

I pushed his hand away and said, “Focus while you drive, I don‘t want to die so young.”

“That will be very romantic for both of us to die together.”

Who would want to die with him?

After we reached the Mason‘s mansion, the old chamberlain quickly rushed out to greet Lance, “You‘re

back, Mr. Mason.”

Lance nodded and pointed at me, “This is Mrs. Mason.”

This old chamberlain didn‘t like me at all, the chamberlain was very loyal towards the old woman.

Lance glared at the chamberlain, so the chamberlain greeted me unwillingly, “Mrs. Mason.”

Lance pulled me into the living room, feeling pleased with himself.

There were many people in the dining room when we walked in, including Leo.

Leo Mason had been back to Denmark for a while. Lance Mason loves his brother very much that he b

uilt him a lab and hired the best assistance for him.

“Grandma, Dad, Uncles, Aunties.” Lance greeted them.

He pinched my side softly signalling me to be polite and greet them.

Lance‘s grandmother hit the floor

with her walking stick and said, “What a shame!”

Lance Mason‘s grandmother hated me.

She wouldn‘t change her mindset about me just because Lance wanted to marry me. It would only

make her hate me more, because she thought that I don‘t deserve her perfect grandson.

Lance wasn‘t pleased with his grandmother‘s attitude, “Grandma!”

The old woman turned her head to the other side and didn‘t want to see me. All his uncles and

aunties never liked me since back then, they would just hate me more now that I was

going to marry Lance Mason.

Uncle Mason would hate me even more because

my mother was his mistress, and I was his son‘s mistress. My mother had been waiting for

her whole life for a legal title and I was going to get it soon.

Uncle Mason would be the one

who doesn‘t agree with this marriage

the most.

Lance‘s aunt and his grandma had been talking bad things about me and my mother.

Lance just pulled at my shirt

and signalled me not to talk. He didn‘t help me when they said something bad

about me.

I knew he didn‘t love me for real, if he loves me, he would have helped me.

When they heard that I made some noises when drinking my soup, his aunt said, “Shameful that she d

oesn‘t know any table manners.”

His grandma

then said, “Just like her mother! I don‘t understand why you would marry a woman like this, Lance.”

Lance knitted his eyebrows and said, “I know what I am doing, grandma.”