My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 47

Chapter 47 The hospital again

Lance came in the room near midnight, he must have been in his study room. I worried

for myself, I wondered if he noticed I went in?

But I was pretty sure I deleted every history and made sure I didn‘t move anything in his room. I tried to

convince myself that he wouldn‘t find out about it.

Lance came out of the bathroom after he took a shower and laid beside

me on the bed. He pulled me into his arms and kissed my neck. His voice entered my ears, it was low a

nd husky. “What haven you been doing the whole day?”

His question actually made me afraid. Did he somehow notice that I went into his study room?

“What can I do? I just lay around in bed due to period cramps.” | answered him.

“You‘re still in pain?” Lance put his hands on my abdomen and massaged me, how sweet…

Haha……

“Hm.” I answered simply.

“You always get period cramps?” he asked.

“No.”

He seemed to be unhappy with my attitude and removed his hands from my abdomen. He

then turned his back to me.

After a while, I got up and he asked in an annoyed tone: “What now?”

“Sorry.” I apologised awkwardly. He turned back facing me and raised an eyebrow: “Why are you apolo

gising?”

1 pointed at his butt and said: “My blood stained your pants, change it.”

He got out of bed and

looked at his own pants. He furrowed his brows in annoyance. “Why is there so much blood?”

I bent down in pain and said: “I also don‘t know, today’s amount equals to a few months of my period.”

Lance knew something was off and shouted: “To the hospital, now!”

I stared at him, his worried face surprised me. Is this the Lance Mason I know?

“What are you staring at? Change your clothes and let’s gol” He said, while

taking off his boxers and pants in front of me,

“No need, it will pass after a few days. Women‘s body is just like that. That’s why we need to take care

of our bodies.” It‘s late, I didn‘t feel like going out again.

Lance clicked his tongue, Irritated, “I say, let’s go, stop talking nonsense.”

And just like that, I was brought to the hospital by Lance. The gynaecologist asked me,

straight away in front of Lance: “Did you have sex the day before?”

I blushed hard and didn‘t look up at her. I didn‘t know what to say. Lance explained for me: “Yes,

we did it a few times, did it hurt her?”

The doctor glared at Lance and sald: “How old are you guys? Don‘t you know women can’t have period

sex? Its elther going to lead to infection or her uterus would be

injured, this will greatly affect her ability to get pregnant!”

“Ability to get pregnant?” Lance asked immediately, his voice raised. I stared at

him in surprise. Why does he care about my abilities to get pregnant?

“What do you think, Mr? You should take care of your wife more, don‘t have

sex during these times!” the doctor said, she looked a little angry.

I wanted to explain that I‘m not his wife, I‘m just his lover. Have you ever seen a husband treating

his own wife like that?

Lance got scolded by the doctor and remained silent.

The doctor gave me some meds and told me I needed drip–feeding. I was infected.

Lance ordered the nurse to bring me to the VIP ward. Just when I was on my way,

I heard Lance asking the doctor about my pregnancy matters.

I wasn‘t able to hear what the doctor told him.

I laid in the bed and the nurse helped me with the drip. Lance entered after a while and sat beside

my bed. His phone was in his hands, but he didn‘t use it. He stared at the air and did nothing.

The room was strangely quiet.

I looked out the window, at the round moon.

“These few times that we did it, did you take your pills? Don‘t get pregnant.”

Lance suddenly spoke up. I turned back to face him and saw how pale his face was. He must be tired

too, as the CEO of such a huge company. He’s been getting very less sleep lately.

And for the Lay Water Park, he’s been coming to and from among the officers.

“Don‘t worry, I won‘t get pregnant.” I answered.

“You took the pills last time and got pregnant? How do you know you wont get pregnant this

time?” he raised his voice.

I got more and more confused about him.

“Even if I get pregnant, I will abort. So don‘t worry about me trying to get your money.” I said calmly.

“hahaha…..” Lance laughed coldly. “The doctor said your IUD was done at a small clinic, and it was do

ne badly. So please do it in the hospital, I will pay for it.”

“Although I really can‘t bring myself to like you, I will still pay for this kind of things. Just don‘t try anythin

g silly. I can‘t possibly ask you to kill my child again if this sh*t happens again, right?” Lance added. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Don‘t worry, no matter how bad

the consequence is, I don‘t care if it means not getting pregnant ever again, if I got pregnant with your c

hild, I will abort it.” I said harshly. it‘s the truth.

Lance glanced at me and walked towards the window. He opened the window and the cold breeze ble

w on me. He must have done it on purpose.

Thid myself under the blankets.

I saw Lance calling someone and lowered his voice: “Sam, come in.”

Sam is Lance‘s driver for many years. He came into my room after a while and looked at Lance. “Boss,

you need anything?”

Lance asked, his voice emotionless: “You have any cigarettes?”

Sam answered: “Yes…. but it‘s all cheap ones, I‘ll go get nice ones for you, boss.”

Lance waved his hands. “It‘s fine, give it to me.”

Sam handed it to him and left us alone in the room.

Lance lit his cigarettes and came sat beside me. He smoked and squinted his eyes at me.

I can‘t stand the

smell and the smoke, so I started coughing: “Lance, what the hell?” he knew that I can‘t stand it. What

a bastard!

“Leo smokes too, do you treat him like that?” he asked instead.

Yes, Leo smokes too, but he never smokes in front of me, except the one time when he broke up with

me.

| pinched my nose and scrunched up my face. “You send me here, then smoke in front of me, are you

trying to kill me?” I asked, then I called him out softly. “Lance!”

“I want you to…… to…….” Lance stood up, he looked a little triggered, then he paused and walked

towards the window. He looked out and with a calm voice he answered me: “I want you to die slowly.”

I stare at his back, his handsome posture. This man is many women’s dream, rich and powerful.

But instead, he’s someone I truly hate! I didn’t want his money, or his status.

What is my interest in him? His life! I want him to die!