My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67 My Job 

Between me and Lance, we fought, we pretended and acted around each other, and after so many years, I still hadn‘t found a suitable way to communicate and interact with is man. Purposely pretend around him didn‘t seem to be working anymore.

Lance sat down and picked up his fork. I ate two plates of food and that shocked the servant.

On the other hand, Lance didn’t seem to have an appetite, he took a few bites and stopped eating. The butler asked if the cook changed the recipe as he could taste something different.

Lance didn’t blame the cook and instead, he said: “Not bad, see how Ms Gomez is swallowing down all the food?” 

I knew he was being sarcastic so I smiled awkwardly the butler and the cook: “I‘m grateful to even get to eat.”

Lance scoffed and said something about me talking nonsense and always bullshit. 

If there were strangers, they would though me and Lance are a couple, to be able to speak sarcastically to each other like that. 

But it was just moments ago that we wanted to kill each other, now we were sitting on the dining table, dining together. How fake and pretentious can we humans get? 

After dinner, I went to take a shower. When I was done and got out of the bathroom, Lance was already on the bed, reading a sports magazine. He seems to like football a lot, he was always looking at the football pages. 

I sat beside him and suggested: “ There‘s a football match tomorrow, wanna go see?”

Lance shifted his attention on me and I could see the look of surprise on his face. “You watch football?”

“I never watched live, but I watch it on stream.” I said, 

Lance looked really surprise. He must not have thought a woman would like watching football, but it’s true, not many women likes football. 

But I do know a lot of girls who like basketball. The girls in my class back in high school likes basketball, all they ever talked about was the NBA players and the games. But do they really liked basketball? No, they just wanted to show the boys in 5the class that they are different from other girls. 

As for me, I watch football because I like the idea of the game. It’s very competitive and full of hope, to me.

I used to even stay up late to watch live match, and it slowly became a hobby.

But ever since I started to be with Lance, I rarely watch matches anymore, because I felt like there’s no point anymore. My life has no more hope, why should I watch something so full of hope? 

I must have sparked his interest as he asked: “Do you have any favorite player?”

pointed at the man inside his magazine and said: “Him, I‘ve been watching him since he last time.”

Lance looked at me with wide eyes. “He isn’t even good looking, he’s got dark skin too, I thought women don‘t like men like this.” 

Men always thought all girls like sports player for their looks. No, not me. And I admit, the player that I admire isn‘t good looking. 

“Perhaps he has something that I envy.” 

I just closed my eyes and heard Lance speaking softly: “I like Messi, because we are similar in some ways. We are not that extroverted, and nobody knows what we want. I’ve met him a few times, he’s a nice guy.”