Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 111: Lachlan Wyatt Is So Angry, He Goes Berserk
Upon hearing this, Skye Lockwood’s eyelashes trembled slightly, perhaps recalling something: her sister married Jordan Jacobs back then, though Orion Crawford vehemently opposed it, claiming Jordan had a poor reputation. But who could stop a woman in love?
Until her sister married into trouble, she and Orion Crawford were left dumbfounded.
Many times, Skye Lockwood would wonder if she and Orion had been more resolute then, would Iris Crawford have faced such circumstances?
A while ago, Orion called her long-distance, saying her sister had returned, brought back by Lachlan Wyatt, which surprised her a bit.
Looking at Lachlan Wyatt with complex emotions, Skye Lockwood proactively asked, "Why didn’t you tell me when you were abroad with Iris earlier?"
Lachlan Wyatt did not directly answer Skye Lockwood, turned his head away, prompting Skye to chase, "What’s your relationship with my sister now?"
What relationship?
Ex-boyfriend? Not quite... former flame?
But Lachlan Wyatt felt conflicted about it; those who had been old flames at least had mutual fondness once. And with Iris? He and Iris never had any emotional exchange, so when Skye Lockwood asked him, he was bewildered by what relationship he had with Iris!
Seeing Lachlan Wyatt’s silent demeanor, Skye Lockwood knew for sure something had happened behind the scenes. She stared at him for a long moment, then sighed, "Forget it, I won’t ask. You’re both adults, can handle things yourselves. Someday Iris will tell me herself."
"Skye, let me explain, I didn’t intentionally hide it from you..." Lachlan Wyatt instinctively called her name when he saw Skye sighing, but he shut his mouth before finishing his sentence.
It had been long since he called Skye Lockwood that.
Skye Lockwood’s face subtly changed at Lachlan’s call. She pressed her lips together and finally said, "My sister is still inside, don’t call me that. She might be unhappy if she hears."
Lachlan Wyatt murmured in agreement, and both fell silent.
He didn’t know what demeanor to adopt facing Skye Lockwood whom he hadn’t seen for two years; there were too many stories that should have happened but didn’t, leaving Lachlan in silence when seeing her.
Fidgeting, he pressed his shoe tip against the gap between the floor and the wall, managing to say, "You should go back first, haven’t rested much since returning. I’ll take care of Iris here."
Skye Lockwood didn’t complicate things with Lachlan, rather she reminded him cautiously, "Alright, I’ll go back first. By the way, Vincent Paxton is on good terms with your dad. When things spiral, you might end up getting into trouble with your dad. Be careful lately."
Lachlan raised his brows, "Concerned about me?"
Skye Lockwood didn’t respond, grabbed her bag, and left alone. It wasn’t until her figure disappeared at the end of the corridor that Lachlan regained his senses, feeling mixed up about his feelings for Skye Lockwood and Iris Crawford. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Skye Lockwood exalted like a celestial being, whereas Iris?
She was too much like a mortal—impulsive, rebellious, filled with desire and ambition, like a little person fighting with all her might to survive.
However, shortly after Skye left, another set of footsteps followed quickly and Lachlan lifted his head, realizing it was Hector Sutton and Dane Rivers rushing from the elevators. When they saw him, they made a casual greeting before storming directly into the ward, "Iris!"
The urgency couldn’t be feigned.
Lachlan was pushed back two steps from the doorway by Hector Sutton and Dane Rivers, who shoved him far away as Dane barged in, instantly clinging to the edge of Iris’ bed, reaching out to touch her head, "Are you alright! Heard you got into trouble, Vincent that old bastard! If I were there, I’d definitely have dealt with him harshly! Don’t be sad, heard Lachlan sent him to the hospital too. I’ll arrange folk musicians to play at his ward door, giving a little preview of the funeral tunes."
Iris Crawford lay on the hospital bed, forlorn, and hearing Dane’s words, couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing, pulling Dane into her arms, ruffling his hair saying, "You’re simply my joy-bringer!"
In her arms, Dane’s previously fair face instantly turned red; he coughed twice then struggled to lift his head from Iris’ chest saying, "You, you, you’re just so indecent! And here I was worrying about you!"
Hector Sutton on the side turned green with rage, "Iris, I’m here too, I want a hug too, I want a hug too."
Iris immediately pulled a face, "No, you’re not as cute as Rivers."
Dane Rivers immediately got smug, tail almost wagging up to the sky, rubbing up against Iris and cheekily glancing back at Hector Sutton, who gritted his teeth, "You little virgin, what are you so proud of!"
Dane Rivers said, "I’m a virgin, I’m proud, I’m clean! Keeping oneself pure, you know!"
"No one wants you, that’s different from keeping pure!" Hector Sutton tugged Dane Rivers up, even brushing off dust for Iris, afraid Dane had anything dirty to pass onto her, after brushing said, "Iris, it’s just nobody wants him, his personality is too bad, no one likes him! I’m different, though my family runs an entertainment company too, unlike Vincent, our company is honest, all actors relying on talent, absolutely no fillers!"
Looking at Hector Sutton and Dane Rivers now, who’d suspect the disdainful attitude they once had toward Iris Crawford?
Right now, it’s clear that the two little wolf dogs in front of Iris Crawford are competing for attention!
Lachlan Wyatt stood at the door, not stepping inside, always feeling that the smile on Iris Crawford’s face was insincere.
She hadn’t smiled at him like that for a long time, yet she was completely open with Dane Rivers.
Lachlan’s heart was uneasy, but he couldn’t figure out why he felt that way. In the past, even if he had feelings for a woman, he could quickly uproot them, but now he couldn’t let go of Iris Crawford.
He clenched his fingers, leaning against the wall outside the door, and slowly exhaled. Just then, he received a call from his father.
After answering, his father’s furious voice came from the other end, "You hospitalized your Uncle Paxton? Lachlan Wyatt, are you rebelling? You bastard!"
Lachlan laughed while holding the phone, "If I’m a bastard, what does that make you? We’re related by blood after all. Perhaps you should reflect on yourself when you have time."
Hugh Wyatt was still disgusted with Lachlan because of the incident with Iris Crawford, and now, upon hearing that his son acted out again for that woman, he wished he could drink her blood and eat her flesh. "You’ve repeatedly gone against me for a woman. I’m telling you, you’re harming her! I won’t tolerate her existence continuing to seduce you. Do you believe me when I say I’ll make her disappear?"
Lachlan’s eyes instantly darkened, his fingers clenched tightly enough to almost crush the phone, and he coldly uttered, "You can try if you have the guts."
"Lachlan, you actually defy me for a woman. Let me remind you, I’m your father. Anything I do to you is justified!" Hugh Wyatt was furious, thinking about how his son is now wholeheartedly siding with outsiders. He felt a burning rage all over at this woman called Iris Crawford. He continued, "You need to come to the hospital soon, and I’ll take you to apologize to Uncle Vincent Paxton!"
Lachlan was about to speak when suddenly a hand reached from behind him, grabbed his phone, and rudely shouted into the receiver, "Apologize, my ass! You can’t tell right from wrong, and you want your son to apologize? That old thing deserves it!"
Hugh Wyatt, thinking it was Lachlan speaking, was infuriated when a female voice suddenly emerged. He immediately recognized it as the voice of the shrew seducing his son!
At this very moment, "the shrew" Iris Crawford snatched Lachlan’s phone, delivered those words, and glared at Lachlan with disappointment. It wasn’t clear how she managed to jump out of the hospital bed, wearing a hospital gown and looking pale.
Yet her eyes sparkled, as if she always knew what she was doing, shining brightly. After speaking, Iris Crawford spat towards Hugh Wyatt, "Why don’t you ask that old immortal Vincent Paxton to come apologize to me? Perhaps if I’m in a good mood, I won’t hold a grudge against that filthy thing!"
Hugh Wyatt was furious, "Iris Crawford, just you wait!"
"I’m waiting!" If Hugh Wyatt were in front of her, Iris Crawford felt she could even pull his hair. Who was afraid of whom!
"You better hurry up! Otherwise, if you don’t show, I might think you’re afraid of me!"
Iris Crawford shouted brazenly at Hugh Wyatt and decisively hung up the phone. She let out a cold laugh, tossed the phone to Lachlan Wyatt casually, and somehow, Lachlan managed to catch it. He stared at Iris Crawford’s overly pale face and asked, "Why did you get out of bed?"
"I’m not injured, just fainted for a bit." Iris Crawford moved her neck, "I need to find Yvonne Jennings. Regarding Vincent Paxton, Yvonne has been stirring things behind the scenes."
Lachlan Wyatt squinted his eyes, listening to this realization made him feel the situation was getting complicated again. How was Yvonne Jennings involved again? He thought the matter between her and Jordan Jacobs had ended, not expecting Yvonne to still cause trouble from behind?
"I’ve always had people watching the Jennings Family, they’ve been pretty quiet lately." Lachlan Wyatt reached out to touch Iris Crawford’s face. In the past, he could skillfully rub her face to his heart’s content, but now his hand hung in the air.
Lachlan clenched his teeth, withdrawing his hand.
"Someone’s advising Yvonne Jennings from behind, otherwise with her brain, she wouldn’t come up with this." Iris Crawford stared at Lachlan Wyatt, "Do you remember how those who kidnapped me died mysteriously in prison? It’s too coincidental; I suspect someone wanted to silence them."
Before Iris could finish her sentence, Lachlan bent down and abruptly kissed her.
Iris Crawford’s eyes widened, Hector Sutton and Dane Rivers were still inside! What was Lachlan doing!
No time to struggle, Lachlan’s kiss was so dominant and forceful, pushing her against the wall as if venting some anger. While kissing, the man placed his hand on the back of Iris’s neck, sliding down her neck and into her collar, his long fingers opened her neckline and caressed her smooth shoulder blade. Iris’s breathing quickened, finally pushing him away, "What are you doing!"
"I’m pissed off!" Lachlan gasped, locking Iris with a fierce gaze. That face was so beautiful, yet the words spoken were full of curses.
How could he not be angry? From Vincent Paxton to Dane Rivers and Hector Sutton, he had been angry and repressed all along!
Why were there so many men constantly scheming for Iris Crawford!
So frustrating, so frustrating, so frustrating!
Anyone can be interested in Iris Crawford!
Except he can’t!
