My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 190

Lance was still asleep, but I didn‘t know what to do after looking at his email, it was ‘read‘ now, not ‘unr

ead‘.! was so worried that I deleted this inbox email. Then I put his phone back at the same spot on

the desk.

Lance tried to escape paying tax. He paid the tax for his local businesses, but for his international busin

esses, he had been transferring his funds and profit to different banks in all around the

world, and he hired some very professional accountants to help fake

some of his invoices.

But what could I do with this information? I thought I was done with plotting against him…… fine, since

couldn‘t really do anything anymore as

have deleted his email. maybe I would just tell Niklaus? But what could he do without evidence? Ugh…

..

Lance woke up after an hour. I pretended that I also just woke up and said with a husky voice, “So tired

!”

Lance scoffed. “Are you going to be this tired once you cheat on me?”

I rolled my eyes at him, “I‘m not even your wife or girlfriend, is that considered cheating

on you even if I do

SO?”

He came and patted my face with the back of his hands, “You, Jennie Gomez, are the mother of my chi

ld. This naturally makes you my wife. We just haven‘t really gotten married. You better stop flirting with Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

other men, or else.”

“What else do you know other than threatening me?” | said.

“You know what else I know, in bed.” Lance smirked.

Trolled my eyes once again and ignored him. He suddenly came over to me and hold me in his arms.

“I‘m not so angry anymore, I calmed down, don‘t worry.” He said, lowering his head onto my neck. He t

ook a sniff and started to give

me wet kisses on my neck. “I‘m just kissing you, don‘t get me wrong.” He added.

With his other hand, he started to touch my breasts. Thankfully

we were in his private office room, or else someone might see us.

Although I didn‘t feel turned on, but his actions were starting to make me a little wet. He had changed,

he was gentler to me, softer and even more passionate. I could feel his change.

When he pinched my sensitive spot on my breasts, I gasped. My threw

my head backwards, accidentally allowing him more access to my neck. I felt him sucking my neck, he

must be giving me hickeys.

After a short while of one–sided make out session, he stopped and

adjusted both out outfits. I stood there, staring at him. Yes, Lance had definitely changed, he‘s different.

I didn‘t know why I was suddenly having second thoughts of him. But I was sure he‘s become different.

He then asked me what I wanted to

eat.

I said, “I don‘t want to go out. Look at the red marks on my neck! What would people think if they

see it?”

Lance smirked and said, “Yeah, but don‘t act like you didn‘t enjoy it.”

“I did not! At all.” I blushed. What the hell? Why was I being like this? Since when did I start to

blush at him?

I sat down on his seat and put both my legs onto his desk. Then I started scrolling my Instagram.

“Is that how a woman should sit?” Lance seemed displeased.

“Tsk.” I clicked my tongue in annoyance and ignored him.

“Hi, I would like to order two sets of Chicken Chop plus French fries please. Please have someone deli

ver it to my office, thank you.” I heard Lance ordering food.

“Didn‘t you say you wanted to eat out?” I asked, still scrolling my feed.

“Yeah, but you didn‘t want to!! don‘t want to eat alone!” he whined. Wow, Lance was whining.

The food arrived. The portion was huge so I ate only half.

I took one last bite and burped out loud. Lance glared at me with disgust and said, “Ew.”

T‘ll just eat yours too,” He added, then he took my food and eat it.

I widened my eyes in shock! Lance Mason was eating my leftover food! felt like my impression

on him was slowly changing. I never expected him, Lance Mason, the

rich and powerful man, would eat my leftover food! He would never do that if we were still in the past.

He finished my food and looked up, he gave me a confused face and asked, “Why are you staring at m

e like that?”

I stuttered. “Why are you eating my leftover food?”

“What‘s wrong with that?” he asked me back.

“You don‘t feel disgusting at all? Eating my saliva and all?” I was stunned, really stunned.

Lance answered me casually, “What disgusting? I‘m eating my wife‘s leftover food and saliva. Plus I ha

ve eaten your saliva so many times already, when we kiss, remember?”

Lance looked very natural, he didn‘t look like he was pretending or acting when he said it. He acted as i

f we were an old couple, used to this.

I lowered down my head. My hands were playing with the edge of my dress. I was feeling something w

eird in my chest, and I kinda felt like there were some butterflies in my stomach…..

No, I didn‘t want him to be like this! I didn‘t want to be touched, I didn‘t want to start feeling anything for

him! Why was I feeling some type of way when all he did was only eating my leftover food and my saliv

a?