The Love From Vengeance (Ariel and Luke) novel Chapter 287

287: GLAD ABOUT YOU L 

LUKE’S POV 

“Enough!” The great–aunt Liliana barked at me, her eyes moving with anger, and she gave me a hard slap on the face. It was painful, no doubt about that. And right now, I was boiling with anger. I was all steamed up, her actions were just so, not it. I didn’t even know what to say. Didn’t know the words to use. 

She slapped me! Like she slapped me! How the hell would she do such a thing? How in the world would she even think about it? This woman had really gone too far, crossed her 

limits, everything getting kind of crazy, creepy, and terrible. 

Someone needed to remind this canon ball that this wasn’t her house, and she had no single property here. She kept on claiming shit, which was absolutely irritating every single time. Like, I just felt like grabbing some knives and cutting her lips off. She shouldn’t be allowed to speak, because only poison flowed out of her mouth. There were no great words being vocalized by her, and her presence invariably killed the happiness of every 

single individual. 

Now she stood here, had the guts to raise her hand at me. The boldness, the audacity, the nerve, everything. Oh god! She was a pain in the ass, and I think it was high time I kick this woman out of my house. She wasn’t helpful anyway. But if she had just composed herself, and behaved like someone with senses, I probably won’t be this infuriated. 

“What did you just do?” I quizzed my great–aunt slowly, my tone was calm, but harsh, and even in such soft mode, you could hear the bitterness. It was so clear, like really clear. 

“You’re asking me that like I’m scared of you. Well I am not, and if you keep on acting like this, I’m going to get your ass broken.” 

I laughed, looking in a different direction. “Should I start crying because of what you said? Like, do you want me to start begging you?” 

“You need to be more respectful, Luke.” 

“And you need to mind your own business,” I retorted. “It’s really funny that you’d come into my room so early in the morning, just to start an argument. You’re not welcome here.” 

“But here I am, standing in the room,” she spoke incontinently. What was she feeling like? 

“Because I let you. I can just throw you out right now, or even worse, I can kick you out of.. 

this house.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Don’t tempt me.” 

“Idiot!” She snapped. 

“Look, I have a business meeting to attend. And I’m afraid I’ll arrive late if I continue this silly fight. You know, people just keep on wasting their time, arguing with It’s 

you. pointless, and it just reduces the mentality. You can leave now.” I gestured towards the 

door at the end. 

She glared at me for what seemed like an eternity, leisurely no in closer. And I didn’t even know why she was following through with that. But I tell you this, I was fully prepared to push her away. Let her fall to the floor and bleed to death, or whatever. That would be 

none of my concern. 

“I will leave. But not because you told me,” she whispered. 

“I don’t care. Just get out.” 

“I will make you pay for these insults,” she threatening me, raising her finger at me. 

“Go ahead, do whatever you want. But just get out of my room right now.” I gestured 

towards the door again. 

With her eyes still fixed at me, and giving me that malevolent expression, she stormed out 

of the room. Granny problems. 

ARIEL’S POV 

So, the terrible moment with Laura had taken place, and she was the only one who left for the meeting. I still couldn’t understand that woman. But insulting her wouldn’t be the right thing to do. I would still be grateful because she saved my life. I might not be standing here today if it was because of her. So, yeah, I still had that gratitude. 

I had decided to go pay Andre a visit at the hospital. You know, to check up on him and all that. So, making my way through the automatic doors, the smell of disinfectant and the constant beeping of machines filled the air. I traipsed to the front desk and the 

receptionist was settled down right there. 

I 

“Excuse me, I would like to meet Andre please. Andre Jones,” I said to the receptionist. 

She 

She looked up from her computer screen and smiled at me. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Jones has been discharged. He left just a little while ago.” 

AD ABOUT YOUL 

“He left a while ago?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and she nodded, stop smiling.“Do your perhaps know where he went?” 

The receptionist shook her head. “I’m sorry, I don’t. But he should still be in the building somewhere. Maybe you can try looking around?” 

“Okay, thank you,” I told her, and started walking down the long corridors, my eyes. scanning each door for any sign of Andre. The hospital was bustling with activity, nurses. 

and doctors rushing past me, patients being wheeled from one room to another. 

Still making my way through the maze of hallways, I almost collided with a woman in a 

wheelchair. I quickly stepped aside, apologizing profusely. The lady in the wheelchair 

smiled kindly at me and the woman pushing her gave me a reassuring pat on the shoulder. 

“It’s alright, dear. No harm done,” the woman in the wheelchair said with a chuckle. 

I continued on, my heart sinking with each passing moment. So, Andre had actually left. That was nice. Finally, it was back to business. So happy for him, but he hadn’t gone that far, had he?