My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

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.

came back and sat beside me. He was me

he squinted his eyes at me and said, “I’m

grinned at him.

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

long moment, he smirked and said, “You know once I get married, what will

mind, As long as you give me money,

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

to make a big deal out of this, screaming and shouting at him, confessing my love to him?

that, what awaits me would

would rather pretend to love money than to act like I love him, at least pretending to love money is

me with observing eyes, “You really want to be a mistress that

to choose?”

Mason let me go and not find me anymore, then I would learn to forget about what he’s done to me and move on, live a

no way he would let me go

me back here just to torture

left, no one to lose. What can

and ripped my shirt apart. The servants were cleaning the dining room, they would see me getting humiliated by him, was this what

anger confused me a little. Like,