My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 37

Lance looked at me and thought for a while, then asked: “You like kids?”

I was stunned once again. I didn’t understand why he would ask me this question so suddenly

“I can’t say I like or don’t like, you don’t have a choice when it comes to being a parent one day.” This

was my answer.

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know my own answer.

“Weren’t you pregnant before, how could you say you’ve never been a mother?” Lance’s face turned

dark.

I was completely confused, why was he acting so strange?

“Then if you said it like that, you were once a father too. Any comments? Do you like kids?” I asked

back angrily.

Lance was shocked by my response and question. He paused for a brief moment and moved his lips.

Then he said: “Then it would depend on who’s the mother of my child.”

I got what he meant. He meant, if the child was given birth by Jennie Gomez, then of course he

wouldn’t like kids.

I’m not stupid.

I stopped talking to him to prevent embarrassing myself any further. I looked up at my drip-feeding

tube. Good, it was almost done. I pressed on the bell on my bench.

One more small tube and I could leave this man alone.

The nurse changed a new one for me and before she leave, she glanced at Lance again.

However, Lance didn’t even look at the nurse, she seemed a little disappointed.

I searched for a novel from the web and started reading. This way, I could forget about the man sitting

beside me.

Lance stopped watching the show and asked me: “Can I look through your album in your phone?”

My eyes opened wide and I stared at him, how the hell did he become a gentleman out of a sudden?

“If I say no, would you not?” I asked.

“Of course I will.” he shrugged his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and said: “Then why even bother to ask?”

*Jennie, aren’t you getting braver and braver everyday? Since when did you have the guts to speak to

me like that?” he must have noticed my bad attitude and eye-rolling. Did he felt challenged by a low

worker?

“How do you want me to treat you? Should i have taken off my clothes and let the old man rape me last

night?” I asked him back. I still couldn’t let that incident off. I couldn’t get over it. To be honest, I felt that

I’m a cruel person, not to others, to myself. I kept hurting myself on the same wound again and again.

Lance face turned very pale, like he just saw a ghost.

A nurse called out suddenly. “Sir, your drip is done, why didn’t you press the bell?”

The nurse’s question got rid of our awkward atmosphere.

After changing to a new tube, Lance stopped looking or talking to me.

I was done with mine and I stood up to leave but was stopped by Lance. “Wait for me, I’m going to be

done soon.”

He already requested can I say no? I stayed and waited for him.

When he was done with his, the nurse that kept glancing at him came over and blushed when she saw

his face. “Sir, can I get to know you?”

Lance looked at the nurse, put one hand around my shoulder and answered the nurse warmly: “Sorry,

my girlfriend here gets jealous easily. She doesn’t like it when I make female friends.”

I looked at the blushing nurse, then looked at Lance’s fake smile. I felt grossed out.

But what the hell? Girlfriend?