My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61 Watch and Learn 

After I answered him, Lance’s face suddenly turned emotionless and he put me down on the floor. I stood beside him and he got up. “I’m going to my study room and work.”

After he left, I looked myself in the mirror, looking at my own face. No, not face, my mask. The invisible mask that I had put on to pretend and act around him.

I sat on the bed, and thought. What was Lance thinking? Why did he suddenly decided to bring me to England just days before his most important project? 

I didn’t want to think about it anymore and started to pack my luggage. Once | finished packing mine, I stared at his empty grey luggage. I struggled internally if I need to help him pack or no need. I was afraid that he might find my actions extra and judge me again. Lance came in while I was in my thoughts and noticed the pile of clothes. “What is this?” he asked.

“Didn’t you say we fly tomorrow morning? I am packing.”

He folded his hands and watched me. I felt uncomfortable and asked: “Do you need me to pack for you?”

He put down his hands and said: “Be careful when packing, don‘t mess up my cupboard. Look at your cupboard, so messy.”

I blushed in embarrassment and said: “Alright, I‘ll tidy it up later.”

Lance has this perfectionist personality. He can‘t stand any messy or dirty things.

As for me, I don’t really care for untidiness as long as I make sure it’s clean.

I put his empty luggage on the floor and Lance pointed at his drawer. “My socks and boxers re inside.”

I nodded and said okay. Then I asked packed his clothes and asked him if he needed any suit. He said just bring his white sneakers and casual wear, because we are going to travel, not work, so there’s no need to bring his suits.

I folded his clothes very carefully, making sure I don‘t mess up his stuff, to prevent him from getting mad again.

Lastly, I put his shaver and cleaner into his luggage and zipped it up. My forehead was dripping with sweat.

I wiped my sweat and looked up at Lance. He was looking at me with a weird look. His eyes were filled with love and gentleness. But when he saw me looking at him, he quickly changed to a poker face.

“I’m done!” I said to him.

He replied with a ‘hm’ and said: “Let’s go down for food.”

I followed him down, but he turned around suddenly and pulled me into his arms. He pressed my face on his chest and said: “You’re so short.”

I looked at the tall man in front of me and said: “I’m not short, you’re just too tall! I‘m considered tall at this 165 cm height.”

“Are you comparing yourself with her?” he asked me back.

To be honest, I was sad. Not because of Lance‘s attitude, but because of Tiffany Abel. She has everything, a loving family, money, power….. I had nothing.

At the dining table, me and Lance started to eat our food. He‘s the politest person on the dining table I have ever met. He doesn’t make a single sound when eating. I almost thought he was a ghost. I had to force myself to eat slowly and carefully, to make sure ! didn’t make any noise and annoy him.