My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 Sofa 

Lance hung up after finishing his sentence, without even waiting for my reply.

I got in the car. I know very clearly Lance Mason wouldn’t just let me get away even if he got married, I would still be his secret mistress. Perhaps this was my fate.

Grandma said, Jennie, you must not be like your mother, you should be a good woman.

But I don’t deserve to be a good woman anymore.

The driver sped the whole way back, we arrived at Lance’s mansion after around 5 hours.

Lance wasn’t here, the servants served breakfast for me. I ate a little while watching the morning news.

According to the news reporter, the master of the Mason’s Family, Lance Mason, also the CEO of the Mason’s Company, would be marrying Tiffany Abel next Monday.

According to the news, Lance Mason and Tiffany Abel have known each other for they were younger, it wasn’t just a marriage for business, they have feelings for each other too.

The radios and tabloids were also announcing the news. It was Thursday today, so it means Lance would be getting married in a few days’ time.

I didn’t realized Lance came back and sat beside me. He was me watching the news about him and switched off the TV>

He put his fingers on my chin, raising my head, he squinted his eyes at me and said, “I’m getting married.”

I grinned at him. “Congratulations!”

I guess my calmness and what I said must have been out of expectation, he just stared at me and didn’t say anything. what did he expect me to do? Scream and shout? Ask him not to marry Tiffany? Joke.

After a long moment, he smirked and said, “You know once I get married, what will you become.”

I smiled and said, “I know, and I told you before I don’t mind, As long as you give me money, I’ll be your mistress willingly. Didn’t you say that I’m like my mom?”

I spoke casually, like I didn’t care. I noticed the rapid change of expression in Lance’s eyes. His fingers on my chin started to grab me harder, I almost felt my chin breaking. I knitted my eyebrows in pain. He told me he’s getting married and I congratulated him, wasn’t this enough? Did he expect me to beg him in his arms, asking him not to marry that woman?

Or did he expect me to make a big deal out of this, screaming and shouting at him, confessing my love to him? Hahaha….

If I really did that, what awaits me would be his words of humiliation and insults.

The servants saw what happened and hurried away, afraid to stay there any longer,