The Contract Lover (Nina Morrison and Lucien Gray)

Chapter 79 Love So Deep

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A priceless white sports car speeds along the quiet road. Lucien puts one hand on the steering wheel

and the other next to the open window. The howling wind blows his short black and handsome hair.

He has three-dimensional facial features and a perfect face. His sexy mouth is closed tightly.

Nina went home by herself. He wanted to sleep with the women who came to him, but he felt

something was wrong after changing two women!

He feels a little uncomfortable as if something was stuck in his heart so that he can't breathe properly.

He wants to go home. It's better to have a fight with Nina to make him happy than to sleep with these

women.

It doesn't matter that Nina doesn't love him. He will try to make her love him! One day he will get Nina

completely! He wants her love more than her body.

Lucien smiles as he glances aside at the beautifully packed cardboard box.

Nina said two days ago that she was going to buy some small clothes for her baby, but she had no time

to buy them. He just went to the best baby store in City C and bought some of the most beautiful baby

clothes.

Thinking of Nina's happy expression when she sees the clothes, Lucien's smile deepens.

The car phone rings.

"Lucien, Miss Sulia has called you several times. She wanted me to tell you that she misses you. She

used to be ignorant, but now she knows she was wrong. She begs you to give her a chance." Lucien's

assistant informs him clearly. After a pause, she says, "Miss Sulia also said that she has just had a

plastic surgery. She said you will like her."

Lucien smiles sarcastically.

At the moment, he just wants to hurry back to have porridge. He admits that he is addicted to Nina.

"Get her out of here!" Lucien says indifferently. He hangs up and dials another number.

"Paige, is Miss Morrison asleep?"

"Miss Morrison is not at home. Didn't she go to the party with you?"

Lucien's heart seems to be pounded. His hands are shaking. He brakes hard and the luxury sports car

crashes into the post box on the side of the road and stops by the wall.

He hangs up and calls Nina.

Lucien frowns and gnaws his teeth. Take my call, Nina!

"Sorry, the subscriber you dialed is turned off." The mechanical female voice reminds Lucien that Nina

really disappears this time!

Lucien hits the steering wheel! Nina! Where the hell are you! Is your cell phone dead or did you turn it

off on purpose?

Lucien kicks the door open and calls Ryan as he walks out of the car.

"Nina is missing. Let all our people in City C find her now! If you can't find her, you don't have to live!"

In the cool and pleasant room, Nina finally calms down after crying.

Nina is embarrassed to see Andrew's jacket crumpled by her tears and snot. "Andrew, I want to go

back. Please take me out."

"No." Andrew looks directly at Nina. His voice is gentle and his tone is firm.

Nina has a heart ache.

She looks up at Andrew. "Andrew, I have to go back."

"Nina, do you love Lucien? Do you love him?" Andrew is also heartbroken. He stares at Nina and his

tone is stubborn and serious.

Her heart pounds.

Andrew, how can I answer you? If I say I don't love him, can you give up Abby? If I say I don't love him,

can I leave Lucien to be with you?

That's impossible. We've missed each other. Nina is not the innocent little girl three years ago. She's

just a disgraceful mistress now.

Nina bites her lip and controls herself.

"Yes, I love him." Her tone is flat, but there is a pain in her wet eyes that can not be concealed.

Andrew opens his eyes wide and holds out his hand to touch Nina's eyes. He whispers softly, "Nina,

you're lying. If you really love him, your eyes won't be so sad."

Nina feels very sad.

Why can he always see through the most secret corner of her heart? She's already said she loves

Lucien. Why does he still refuse to let her go? Why is he so stubborn?

Don't be nice to her...

Nina pushes Andrew away and away from him. She pleads, "Andrew, let me go. I really can't stay

here."

Andrew begs more sincerely than she does. "Nina, can you give me a day? I just want you to stay with

me for one day."

Nina can't refuse Andrew. She can not refuse the deep pain and entreaty in his gentle eyes.

She looks down with a sad smile. "I promise you."

I promise you, because this is our last day.

I promise you, because I will never see you again.

I promise you, because from now on, I will erase you from my memory.

Andrew, I promise you.

She has no time to think about how crazy Lucien will be if he can't find her. She just wants to hold on to

the warmth of her fingertips. Andrew's fingers are white, slender, clean and warm.

When Nina finally agrees to stay here, Andrew's gentle eyes are filled with happiness.

"Are you hungry?" He touches her hair. "Shall I make you porridge?"

Nina desperately controls her emotions. She shakes her head and says coldly, "I'm not hungry."

Andrew's hands tremble at Nina's faint tone. He asks with some embarrassment, "do you hate me if I

force you to stay here?"

Nina bites her lip and smiles and shakes her head at Andrew. She begins to cry again.

How could she hate him? She has been thinking of him. How could she hate him? She is willing to do

anything for him.

She is just afraid that he hates her. She is not as good as he thinks. She is not the little princess who

had excellent character and learning three years ago. Her life has long been ruined.

"Nina..." Andrew suddenly sighs in a low voice. He bends down and holds her gently on the shoulder.

His embrace is not possessive.

Nina's whole body is tense and motionless. She smells the smell of mint on him.

Nina desperately controls the urge to lean her face in his arms. She blinks and snuffles, "Andrew, I'm

suddenly a little hungry..."

"OK, I'll cook for you. What do you want to eat? I remember you used to like stewed beef brisket with

tomato. Shall I cook it for you?" Andrew's voice is warm like the sun. There is a happy smile on his

elegant face.

"OK." Nina turns around and lowers her head, letting tears fall directly from her eyes to the ground.

This is her last day with Andrew. She can't cry. She wants to be as happy as she was three years ago.

Nina watches Andrew in his apron carefully cut vegetables in the kitchen. Her eyes begin to wet again.

He's her Andrew. He is standing so close to her now. She can hold him as soon as she reaches out.

But she can't do it... She has long been disqualified from doing so.

Nina turns around quietly, trying to make her voice sound calm. "Andrew, may I have a look at the

house?"

"Of course. If you are tired, you can have a rest. The meal will be ready in a minute." Andrew's hair is

dyed light flax, which sets off his eyes. The sun shines on his face from the window. He is as

handsome as a prince in a fairy tale.

Nina dares not look at him again. She goes to the second floor. The house is big and its basic color is

dreamy pink. Nina is a little curious about how Andrew could have decorated his house in such a

dreamy style. People will think that it's an 18-year-old girl who lives here.

Nina walks upstairs, holding the delicate carved iron railing. She stands on the second floor of the

stairs. She is so shocked that her eyes widen and she can't speak!

A young girl is painted on the wall in front of her. She is in a white dress and her long black hair is

loose. She laughs happily in the sun. She has a white face, a delicate nose and a ruddy mouth. Her

clear eyes are looking at Nina at the moment.

Two pairs of identical eyes are looking at each other. One is on the wall and one is on the stairs. They

are three years apart, but they all belong to Nina.

Andrew paints Nina who is 18 on the whole wall.

Every line is so delicate and every color is so exquisite. The person who drew this picture must be full

of love and great passion. Because Nina is already moved to tears.

Nina can no longer control her emotions. She sits in the corner of the stairs and cries quietly.

She doesn't make a sound, but there are waves in her heart.

Andrew, if it wasn't for my kidnapping, I will never see this painting in my life. If I was determined to

leave, I will never know that you love me so deeply.