My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Cunning Fox 

The next day, I woke up under Lance’s slap. He slapped my butt hard.

I got up and rolled my eyes with my hands. I looked at him with blurry eyes and noticed he didn’t look like he had a good night‘s sleep. He’s a busy person, he never had enough time to sleep.

“Go get my shirt for me in the closet.” Lance demanded.

I felt a little bit a annoyed, doesn’t he have legs?

I went to his closet and picked a pair of sweatpants, his Nike shirt and his pair of Adidas sneakers.i smiled coldly, isn‘t this a wife‘s job? What am I? Who am I? 

Lance seemed to be quite satisfied with my choice of clothes and took it from my hands with a slight smile. He said on the bed and started to put on the clothes. I have been sleeping with him for quite some time already and I have never known that he had this habit of wearing clothes on the bed. it was strange seeing him acting like a child, and I was like his mother.

I started the school myself internally, what am I thinking? How could last be a child? And I’m not a kind mother.

We both have hatred for each other yet we are still living with each other peacefully.

Humans like us are always putting on a mask and acting like everything is okay. 

“Help me put on my socks and shoes.” Lance put both of his feet on the bed.

I was completely speechless, a 30+ year old man, didn‘t he have his own hands? Although I didn‘t want to help him and I feel insulted but I had to do as he said since | have already embarrassed myself in front of him many many times.

I kneeled down slowly in front of him, although his heat doesn‘t smell, but I still didn‘t want to touch his feet. Just when my hand was about to touch is leg, Lance suddenly raise his late and used his toes to touch my face. At that moment I really wanted to stand

up and give him a slap. 

He must have done it on purpose to insult and embarrass me further.

“You don’t look good, do you think my feet smell?” Lance asked with an unhappy face.

I smile bitterly and shook my head: “No, are you kidding me? Let me help you put on your socks!”

Lance pull back his own legs and snatched the socks away from my hands. With an annoyed tone, he said to me: “since you don‘t look like you are willing to do so then fine I‘ll do it by myself!” 

After putting on his own socks, he went to the bathroom to wash up. I quickly went to the closet and change my own outfit.

Although Lance Mason is already 30+ years old but seeing him in a casual outfit, he looks really young, just like a university student.

We boarded the plane but it wasn’t his private plane, Lance seemed to be very tired and slept in the plane for many hours.

When he woke up after a few hours, he stretched his back and took a sip of water. He moved his face near me to see what I was reading then he took the book from my hands and looked at the cover asking me: “what is this book?” 

I answered him: “Novel, romance novel, to kill some time.” 

I looked at him and didn‘t answer him immediately. He shifted his attention away from the book and on to me and asked: “ i‘m asking you a question?” 

From our landing until we got in the cab, Lance didn‘t speak to me at all. I seem to know what he was angry about, but at the same time I also wasn’t sure. I think I must be going crazy to be guessing what Lance Mason was thinking about the whole day. 

A very fair maid with blonde hair helped us carry our luggage. There were also other servants waiting outside the mansion for us. The scene in front of me was like watching a TV show