My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 In his car “Jennie Gomez, I’m warning you. Get down on your feet.” Lance growled, but his demand sounded

weak.

It didn’t give me a lot of pressure, but his gaze, his look terrified me.

What happened just now already took half my life away.

I didn’t think about it further. Niklaus put me down and patted my head. “Follow him back, this is not

Denmark, it’s California, my territory. If anyone tries to bully you in the future, just tell them you are

Niklaus Sands’ sister, use my name. I can guarantee your safety.”

Niklaus spoke to me softly, then he looked at his watch. He seemed to be in a hurry. He must have

came here to do something. Meeting me was a coincidence, he saved me and I wasted his time. I felt

guilty.

Because I felt bad, I bowed and thanked him once again: “Thank you, Mr Sands, for saving me.”

Niklaus smiled and said: “No worries, stop with all the bowing and thanking.”

Then, he left with his people.

Now, I was left with Lance and his driver. Lance stared at me and remained silent. The driver noticed

me staring at Lance and called me out. “Ms Gomez, let’s go.”

I nodded.

His car was parked outside of this recreation park, so we needed to walk a short distance to reach the

car. It must have just rained a while ago as the ground was still wet and cold.

Lance, who had been walking in front suddenly stopped walking. I didn’t stop, instead I walked pass

him bare footed. The coldness from the ground shot through my veins.

I couldn’t even feel my feet anymore. I kept asking myself: Jennie Gomez, is this how your life is going

to be?

Is this your life?

Who can guarantee something like this wouldn’t happen again in the future? I must just be a stranger

to Niklaus, would he even consider to protect me.

I’m not stupid, I know Niklaus wouldn’t protect someone like me.

I might be useful to him, but not very valuable to him.

I wanted to be his acquaintance, he agreed out of courtesy, not like he really thought that I would be a

worthy ally

I sped up my steps. The driver was kind enough to open the car door for me. He didn’t open the door

for Lance first, but thankfully Lance didn’t get angry for such a small matter

The driver got in the car the last and switched on the air-conditioner in the car. I didn’t know if the

heater was working or if it was my problem, I was freezing cold. I started to shiver.

My shivering body started to shake even harder.

Lance might have been annoyed by my shivers and demanded the driver to turn up the heater.

“Turn up the heater, the weather is cold.” Lance commanded.

“It’s already over the normal temperature.” The driver said.

I tightened my jaw and forced myself to stop shaking. Sure enough, I stopped shivering but my feet

were already painless. I couldn’t feel a thing.

We were in complete silence. I could here three of our breathings.

I didn’t care about what Lance might think of me and pulled up my knees and rested my feet on his

expensive leather seat. I turned me head to the other side and looked out

at the scenery.

After around 20 minutes, Lance suddenly laughed coldly.

I didn’t have the mood to even ask. I wasn’t curious at all.

“Sister, hahaha……. More like lovers!” he said with a sarcastic laugh.

I didn’t say anything, I just let him say anything he wanted to.

I leaned my head against the window and looked out. My stubborn tears rolled onto my lap.

I knew I shouldn’t cry in front of Lance, it would show him that I’m weak, he would only get happier.

My nose started to get stuffy, I didn’t have any tissue paper so I wiped my nose on my sleeve.

I guess the driver couldn’t see me like that and handed me a tissue paper.

“Thank you!” I thanked him.

The driver glanced at me through the mirror and took a glance at Lance too. Then he replied: “You’re

welcome.”

I noticed Lance’s hands had turned into tight fists. Did I ruin his plan to get the piece of land? My

disobedience must have angered the old man…… Was Lance thinking of ways Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

to kill me?

I looked out and didn’t recognised the route, so I asked: “Driver, can you send me to my place?”

The driver looked at Lance for approval, Lance was his boss, not me.

“Head to Pavilion Residence.” Lance sounded like he was trying to contain his anger.

Pavilion Residence was his house in California, why is he was he bringing me there? Was he trying to

punish me on bed for ruining his plan?