Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love-Chapter 872 - 332: Heartbroken Fairy Tale—If Only We Could Turn Back Time (Part 1)_2
The reason he said those things was because... because he felt she was throwing a tantrum at him.
Lin Chu thought about it and realized she seemed to have lived quite a failed life all these years.
Told too many lies, so even when telling the truth, it wasn’t taken seriously.
Her body was pulled into the man’s embrace, an intimate distance, yet it felt like there was a galaxy’s distance between them.
Lin Chu’s vision blurred, her delicate features seemed to be covered in a layer of mist, and she murmured, "Do you think I can’t live without you?"
That’s why he treated her divorce proposal as a joke.
Lu Huai’an’s slender fingers pinched the girl’s chin, slightly exerting force, lifting her clean little face.
His cold and stern face showed a rare gentle posture, but the curve of his lips carried a dangerous undertone.
"As expected, you’ve never taken my words to heart. I’ve already answered this question, Xiao Chu. Unless I get tired and no longer want to continue, only then you can be free. Otherwise, no matter how much you want to leave, it won’t make any difference."
In those dark eyes, Lin Chu saw her own reflection.
Just like in the dream she had while sleeping outside on the bed, surrounded by a dull grayness, the man’s pupils reflected her as if she were in a dark swamp.
The more she struggled, the deeper she sank.
A warm kiss fell on her cheek, and she closed her eyes indifferently.
Her voice was as low as a whisper, "Mm, you’re more impressive, I can’t fight you."
Why... did the marriage she longed for turn out like this?
In her memory, Lu Huai’an was quite venomous, not very nice to her, always standing at the farthest distance from her, but back then, she really felt he liked her. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
However, now, lying in his arms, with the warmth and embrace she once yearned for, all she feels is disappointment.
Lu Huai’an stood up, lifted the girl sitting on the sofa into his arms, and walked out of the room, "Xiao Chu, don’t always make me angry."
Was this a warning?
No, it was a reminder.
Lin Chu truly no longer had the strength, obediently leaning on the man’s chest.
The clothes that were scattered messily on the carpet had already been picked up, but when passing by the bed, the ambiguous folds still remained prominent.
If not for the words Lu Mingchuan whispered in her ear, she might have doubted whether something really happened on that bed.
Caught red-handed while barely dressed, it did feel quite scandalous.
She let out a light laugh, "Every day you make me angry, and I never said anything. Lu Huai’an, you can’t be so overbearing in life."
The luxurious corridor carpeted with high-end wool, leather shoes stepping on it without making a sound.
Lun Jun, who was waiting outside the room, followed closely behind Lu Huai’an, speeding up his pace near the elevator to press the button, then respectfully stepped aside.
The numbers on the display screen slowly climbed.
Lu Huai’an stood tall and upright at the elevator entrance, his defined features showed little emotion, only his dark eyes were intensely deep.
"You can throw a tantrum, you have that right."
Lin Chu continued to smile, even her voice became airy, "Don’t you find my unreasonable behavior annoying?"
Lu Huai’an remained calm, "Occasionally, once or twice, it doesn’t matter, just consider it a seasoning to life."
She indeed grew up pampered in Lin Zongjun’s care, but wasn’t arrogant or domineering by nature; throwing a tantrum occasionally was just a small woman’s manner.
Not unreasonable behavior.
Sometimes she was very smart, but other times she was as clueless as a pig.
Lu Huai’an wasn’t the type to express everything verbally, but Lin Chu couldn’t hold her words in. If he didn’t speak, she would ask.
He couldn’t handle the fuss, and when some words came out, they changed in flavor.
The elevator door closed, Lun Jun didn’t come inside.
In the enclosed space, only the two of them remained.
Lin Chu lifted her head, gazing indifferently at the man’s handsome face, from this angle, his facial contours appeared even colder.
She spoke in a low voice, "Lu Huai’an, isn’t there anything you want to ask?"
She still couldn’t hold back.
Lying naked beneath a man, that man still kissing her neck, witnessed by her husband firsthand, yet he did not mention a word.
Lu Huai’an glanced down at the girl’s calm eyes, a boundless emptiness surged within his heart.
She used to be someone who loved to laugh, but now there wasn’t a trace of light in those eyes.
His thin lips slightly parted, his voice slightly hoarse, "Yes, but not now. You’re unwell and need rest. Go home, have a good sleep, and we’ll talk once you wake up."
