My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason) novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71 Complicated Woman

I really didn’t think too much, I seriously didn’t even think at all. But to be honest, I didn’t think of saving him, but yet I did. I saved the man I hated so much! I couldn’t believe

it, how pathetic was I? How ironic!

The black guy was soon pressed down by the cops. Lance got up quickly and carried me up. His hands were covered with my blood from my back. I could see the worried look on his face. When I was carried into the ambulance, he held onto my hand the whole way, telling me that I’ll be fine, that I will be okay.

To be frank, I was still very much conscious. Although it hurt a lot, and I really wanted to faint so that I couldn’t feel the pain, but my brain was conscious.

I knew very clearly that once the bullet is taken out, ill be fine. But facing Lance Mason, who was looking concerned right now, I should probably cry and force out some tears to further soften his heart, right?

Theld onto his hand tightly and put on a pained expression: “Brother, it hurts! I’m really in pain!” my tears rolled down my cheeks slowly.

When the bullet pierced my skin, not a single tear came out form my eyes, yet here ! was, trying to act pitiful.

Long story short, my tears kept falling down, while Lance kept helping me wipe the tears away

When we arrived at the hospital, they pushed me into the ER, but I held onto Lance’s hand tightly, not letting go. The nurses tried to pull our hands away but I just wouldn’t let go. “I won’t leave, alright, I’ll wait for you outside the ER, you’re going to be alright. Trust me, Jennie.” Lance comforted me.

I still wasn’t willing to let go, and my sudden clingy attitude must have been strange to Lance.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lance asked, with a raised eyebrow. 

I pouted my lips and gave him a puppy look, “Can you go in with me and stay by my side? I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I don’t want to face this alone. Brother, please, I’m scared.”

Lance heard my plea and asked the doctor if he was allowed to go in. The doctor said okay and he went to change.

The doctors helped me clean the wound and took out the bullet. I was a little nervous and held Lance’s hand tightly. He felt my nervousness and patted the back of my hand gently, “The doctor said the bullet didn’t hit anywhere fatal, so you’re going to be okay.”

I nodded and said, “Hm, I know, I’m not scared anymore when I see brother beside me. You’re like Mr Powerful, you are going to make sure nothing happen to me, right?”

Lance find my words funny and chuckled: “What Mr Powerful, don’t simply give me nicknames.”

The pretty brunette nurse helped me put on drip-feeding after the operation when I was sent to the VIP ward. Lance sat beside me, watching me.