My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118 See Someone

My hair was messed up like a mad woman. “Can you tell me, what are you doing?”

Lance clenched his jaw hard.

“I don’t want to do anything, I just want you to follow me back, I have

something to tell you.”

I yelled at the driver, “Stop the car, or else I’ll jump!”

The driver locked the door immediately. What a jerk.

The car wasn’t on the way to the mansion, I was confuse. “Where are you bringing me?”

Lane calmed down and said, “I want you to meet someone, you will like her, I guess.”

He smiled when he said that. I

couldn’t believe my own eyes, he looked like he was sincerely happy and very loving when he spoke.

“I will not like anything related to you. Lance, I came back to settle my mom’s funeral. I don’t know if you think I still owe you, but I don’t, don’t try to make my life harder anymore.”

“What we have between us is a pile of shit. But I know it is me who owe you. You don’t owe me anything, it was me who treated you so horribly last time.” Lance explained.

I got even more confused when he said that

Why was he so different from last time?

“if you think you owe me, then please, let me go. I don’t want to see you or your family anymore. If you still have a heart, please just, let me go. I   don’t want to think of the history I had with you, every time I see you, I am reminded by the dark past.” | nearly yelled at the last part. I thought he wouldn’t see me again, and I thought | would only come back purely for mom’s funeral.

What did he want? Can’t he allow me to live my life?

“I know I treated you very badly, and I don’t want to do that to you anymore. I just want to bring you to someone since you’re back. You will like her.” Lance was serious.

“I don’t want to see anybody, I won’t like anyone!” I didn’t know where Lance got his confidence, why the hell would I like someone he forced me to

see.

The driver stopped his car. We arrived at a mansion, I stayed her

before.

Lance tried to carry me in forcefully but I yelled, “Don’t touch me I don’t want to go in!”

I had no choice but to followed behind him into this place. A puppy rushed towards us when we reached the doorstep. It looked familiar.

Lance bent down and patted the pup, “Nini.”

Nini, my nickname, was it the puppy I bought last time? I remembered when I brought it home, he was even smaller than this. I brought him to the mansion in California, but Lance didn’t allow nini to enter because he’s allergic to dog fur.