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My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92 A Peaceful Night

All men are the same, they think women should love a man with all of their heart, that a woman should be crying and cause a scene when they know the man she loves is going to marry another woman, to show the man that how much she loves him.

Lance suddenly swept me off the floor and carried me bridal style, I was surprised by his action so I circled my arms around the back of his neck tightly. He carried me to the third floor to the small movie theatre.

He put me on the carpet in the middle of the room and sat beside me. I had no idea what he wanted to do. He turned on his laptop and logged into his email, suddenly the picture of Tiffany Abel was projected on the large screen projection. She was wearing a wedding dress and holding a bouquet of white roses. She looks beautiful in the picture.

Was Lance out of his mind? Why was he showing the picture of his wife to his mistress? Did he think that he could trigger me with this picture?

The picture of Tiffany changed to another picture of Lance and Tiffany, they were smiling at each other. This was the first time I ever saw Lance Mason smile like that, he looks good.

Every picture that Lance showed me that night was good. The bride is beautiful and the groom is breathtakingly handsome. They were meant to be together.

“Is the wedding dress beautiful?” Lance asked me out of blue.

“Yes, your wife looks beautiful in it, just like an angel.” I said while looking at the large screen.

If Tiffany Abel was an angel, I must be a rotten meat with maggots all around me.

Lance Mason’s hand balled his hands into fists and released.

“You…..like it?” He asked me again.

“Every girl likes a beautiful wedding dress, so do you like it?” He added.

I buried my head in between my knees while looking at him, “You shouldn’t be asking your mistress this kind of question. What if I said I like it? I won’t be able to wear it. If I said no, will you be assuming that I am jealous of your wife?”

“Are you jealous then?” He asked me as soon as he heard what I said.

“Jealous of who?” played dumb.

“Tiffany Abel.” He said calmly.

I tilted my head up to look at the screen again and said sadly, “I will be lying if I said no. But that’s my fate.”

She has everything, and I had nothing. Why wouldn’t I be jealous?

“What are you jealous of?” He asked his mistress what she was jealous of over his wife. Was he in his right mind?

I was starting to be impatient, but it was not because he was going to marry Tiffany Abel tomorrow. I was sad and impatient to talk to him about his wife because Tiffany Abel is younger than me and the smile on her face was like a knife stabbing into my heart, I will never be able to smile like that again in my life.

How unfair was the world, God wasn’t being fair to me, what have I done to deserve this miserable life?

“What are you jealous of?” He asked again because I didn’t answer him.

My eyes were a bit moist so I tilted my head up so that my tears wouldn’t roll down. Crying is for the weak, I can’t cry.

I looked at Lance and said, “I am jealous because the wedding dress is so beautiful. You are right, every girl likes beautiful dresses, every girl hopes that they can wear the most beautiful wedding dress and marry their charming prince. But me? I don’t have the

chance to do so.”

Lance stopped for a second after he heard what I said, “Have you ever dreamt of marrying Leo while wearing a beautiful wedding dress?”

I wasn’t surprised that he used this to try to provoke me, I would only be surprised he. doesn’t do that anymore.

Why wouldn’t I dream so? I had been dreaming about that every single day that I would be able to wear the wedding dress Leo had prepared for me and walk down the aisle with him telling him that I will love him for the rest of my life.

I didn’t answer Lance’s question that day. I moved my hand to the mouse and searched for a song and played it.

I stood up and reached my hand out to Lance and said, “Dance with me?”

Lance was very surprised; he must be thinking that I was out of my mind just like him.

He was right, we both had gone out of our mind.

Lance placed his big hand onto my small one and I held his hand ever so softly. When he stood up, I placed my other hand on his broad shoulder.

We were dancing waltz.

I wasn’t hearing a heel so my eye level was at the broad shoulder of Lance, I slowly placed my head on his shoulder while we were dancing.

Thum along the lyrics; this is the first time Lance ever heard me singing. Leo never got to hear me sing before.

“Have you ever heard this song before?” I asked.

“Do you always listen to this song? You like it?” He asked.

“No, I just think that this is a nice song. The lyrics are meaningful. This is an old song. You weren’t even born yet when this song was released.”

“Why would you like to listen to such an old song?” He had so many questions that night.

“Let’s just dance. We never get to be so calm with each other before. I am touched that you came to see me the night before your wedding day.”

“Really?” He pulled away and tilted my chin up to meet his eyes.

I pushed his hand that was holding my chin away slowly and said, “Yes, this proves, that I am important in your heart.”

He didn’t respond and just lowered his head down to kiss my lips. We ended up rolling in the carpet.

He was so gentle that night.

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