The Contract Lover (Nina Morrison and Lucien Gray)

Chapter 121 He Won'T Let Go



Chapter 121 He Won'T Let Go

Nina quickly asks Sunny, "Williams's Group? Which Williams?"

"The one specializes in shopping malls and office buildings. It's said the the president has married

Mayor Lewis's daughter." Sunny sees Nina is interested in the Williams, so she adds, "But something

happened at the wedding and they didn't get married successfully."

"Not married? Really? I have seen reports before that Mayor Lewis's daughter was pregnant?" Nina is

a little surprised. At the time Troy got married, she had gone to America. So she did not know the ops

and downs.

It turns out that Troy did not marry Abby Lewis. . . . But last time she saw them in the mall, they were

very happy and seemed to have had a baby.

They were getting married, and they were holding a wedding. But somebody made troubles at the

wedding and they failed to perform marriage." Sunny adds, "However, the president of Williams's

Group is living together with Miss Lewis and they already had a child."

Nina is a little dizzy, "So are they married or not?"

"Not married, but they live together with a child." Sunny says and takes a look at Nina, "Nina, why are

you so interested in these now? I remember you were not a gossip!"

Nina hesitates for a moment and decides not to tell Sunny about her story with Troy Roger. She had

told Sunny so much last night, she is afraid it's so overwhelming for Sunny.

Yes, it is too messy. Nina also thinks her relationship with Lucien and Troy is a mess.

"Nina, so do you want to have a try?" Sunny asks.

"No! I am not going to Williams's Group. I will see if there are any other jobs." Although Nina said so,

but in her heart she has no confidence of finding a new job. She does not know if Lucien will let her

go...

"Nina, I'll go back to the company today to go through the resignation formalities. Are you coming with

me?" Sunny asks.

"Oh. Well, I'm not going. I have not worked for a few days anyway, and I have nothing left in company

and have no paperwork to hand over." Actually Nina is a little nervous. If she go back to the company,

who knows how Lucien will torture her.

"Well, I will go first. I should be back by noon. By the way, let's go shopping this afternoon." Sunny

proposes.

"Good idea."

Waking up with a hangover, Lucien only feels his head is so ache that it is about to explode.

Struggling to get up, he finds he lying on the floor of Peter Johnson's house all night.

And on the big bed, Peter Johnson is sleeping well.

"Peter Johnson!!!" Lucien oars! At least Peter Johnson should get him to sleep in the guest room

instead to leave him on the floor. And he Peter Johnson sleeps in the big bed!

Peter Johnson is awakened from his sleep and doesn't look well.

"What? Is the man who is trapped in love awake at last?" The first sentence he says is sarcasm.

Lucien's face is getting red and says angrier, "Do not tell me that your house does not have a spare

room, Peter Johnson!"

"Ha-ha... what spare room? I think you sleep well on the floor." Peter Johnson turns over and bothers to

look at Lucien's angry face. The floor in his house is constant temperature, and there is a long velvet

carpet on it. Lucien will not get a cold.

"Is that how you entertain guests?" Lucien is dying of angry. He and Peter Johnson are friends for so

many years, but Peter Johnson even didn't prepare a bed for him.

Peter Johnson's voice comes faintly, "You were drunk and full of alcohol. As a CEO, I am so nice to

endure the smell of wine to personally help you back. Do not be choosy!"

"…" Lucien is speechless.

"Go wash yourself! You've got puke breath, and you stink in my boudoir!" says Peter Johnson, gravely.

If it is in the past, the word "boudoir" must make Lucien burst out laughing, but today he really doesn't

in a mood to burst out laughing.

He is just sitting on the floor numbly and trying to remember what happened yesterday.

It seems that memory will always consciously block those unpleasant scenes. Lucien tries his best to

remember last night's events, but only only gets a hazy shadow. But it is clear that Nina does not love

him. He finally sees one thing that Nina does not love him.

Heartache washes away the numbness caused by the hangover, and Lucien only feels a place of his

heart is block badly and painful.

"Go take a bath, Lucien. Do not even go to the company today. Let's go play golf." Seeing Lucien's

daze appearance, Peter Johnson advises in a soft tone.

Lucien does not answer. His handsome face is deeply lonely. He is not like a high-spirited president,

but a 70-year-old man. His is so sad and frustrated.

Peter Johnson sighs, "Lucien, let it go! Come on! You can get any kinds of women you want. Why

bother others and yourself?"

His words make Lucien wake up from daze and heartache.

Let go? Let go of Nina?

The idea hovered in his mind. Maybe, it really can be considered. This feeling of heartache is really too

bad. It is hard for him to feel so sad that it is his first time to hurt by a woman since he was a child.

However, does he really want to let go? Since then, they become strangers of each other? Since then,

she no longer belongs to him and she will smile in other men's arms, and kiss other men and have

sex?

No! No way! He could not do it anyway! He will not let go!

Seems to see through the thought of Lucien, Peter Johnson sits up, and says seriously to Lucien,

"Lucien, I know it is difficult for you to let go now. Why not give yourself a week to stop meeting Nina for

a while. and if a week goes by and you find that you would rather be with her and endure the pain that

she does not love you, then go back to her."

Lucien looks up at Peter Johnson and suddenly he sees his face on the glass of the window.

His face is haggard, lonely. Just over one night, black stubble has emerged from his chin, and his eyes

are red with blood.

Lucien is startled, how did he become so? He lost luster as if covered with a layer of grey gauze.

Maybe it is time to let go . . . he spent so much time on Nina, if she had a good feeling for him, she

would have had a crash on him and will not like today.

Maybe Nina is not meant to belong to him.

Lucien is sad as if a knife cutting his heart, but he still nod to Peter Johnson, "All right. I will try."

Sunny's resignation formalities are unexpectedly smooth. The Chief Executive let her and other

secretaries to complete the hand-over and signed on the paper without asking the reason. Well, there

are plenty of secretaries. It doesn't matter if one leaves.

By the time the employment separation certificate is issued, there is a problem. The director in charge

insists that Sunny can only get her employment separation certificate with Lucien's permission.

"Secretary Sunny, you had better call the president and tell him about your departure. After all, you are

his secretary. We do not know if the president has given you any special assignments. You just leave,

and if the president asks, we can't explain." The director makes sense.

"All right, then I will give Mr. Grey a call." says Sunny, firmly.

Sunny dials Lucien's cell phone, and she is still nervous as Lucien's energy field is so powerful.

Although through the phone, Sunny is still a little frightening, "Hello, Mr. Grey. This is Sunny."

Lucien is playing golf with Peter Johnson. Suddenly he gets a call from Sunny.

"Hello, Mr. Grey? This is Sunny. I am going to resign. I am going to leave the company today. The

director said I must report to you." Sunny's heart is still very disturbed. She does not know what Lucien

would do to her.

"Fine." Lucien hung up the phone after a simple word.

Sunny is surprised. She didn't expect that Lucien is so straightforward.

"Lucien, who is it?" Peter Johnson is a little curious.

"Sunny's call for resignation." says Lucien lightly, without any expression on his cold face.

"Sunny?" Peter Johnson interest is suddenly up, and he grabs Lucien's cell phone, "I need to record

her phone number."

"What are you going to do?" Lucien wonders, is Peter Johnson really interests in that tomboy? Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

"What? Of course I'm going to court her." says Peter Johnson casually, but with a smile in his eyes.

Smoothly finished the resignation formalities, Sunny call Nina happily, "Nina, I finished the formalities.

Come out quickly! Let's go shopping and see a movie today!"

"Do not go shopping. See a movie! I have not seen a movie in a long time."

Nina changes her clothes and is ready to go out. Her ankle was twisted yesterday, it is still a little bit

painful, but does not prevent her from walking. Only there is eye-catching blood marks on the wound of

the foot and, wearing sandals bare feet, her blood marks look a little scary.

Forget it, don't think too much. Nina shakes her head. It is nice to be able to get away from Lucien and

move freely. She must be happy today.

In the cinema, Nina buys tickets and sitting in a chair quietly waiting for Sunny.

Outside the cinema, Troy Roger is accompanying Abby Lewis to watch a large publicity poster at the

door.

Today is Abby's birthday. By her coquettish begging, Troy accompanies her to see a movie. Indeed, he

hasn't accompanied Abby for a long time, and he owes her a wedding, still owes her a lot of love, a lot

of time. Troy feels guilty.

"I want to see this horror movie, Troy." Abby acts like a spoiled child. Although she had already became

a mother, but she still acts like a spoiled child when with Troy.

"That's good." Troy smiles and says.

The sun shines on Troy's face, which is white and gentle, elegant and handsome, and his stature in the

sun appears so tall and straight.

Abby looks at Troy, and she feels so proud: this is her man, who is so handsome with nice

temperament. Holding Troy's hand on the road, often others cast envied eyes to her. Abby is satisfied

about being envied.

She really loves Troy, she thinks.

With a sweet smile on her face, Abby looks up at Troy and says, "Troy, the movie is about to play. Let's

come on in."


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