Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 195: Fond of Novelty—You’re the Same
Who could have known that back then, Iris Crawford also fantasized about a beautiful romantic future with Lachlan Wyatt?
But what was Lachlan’s response to her?
He did everything he could to prevent her from falling for him.
Now Iris understood Lachlan because he was that kind of person. Once he fell in love, he would be doomed. His selfishness, cruelty, and cold-blooded nature built a formidable fortress around him, and if he liked someone, that fortress would collapse.
Completely exposed.
Iris understood, but she couldn’t forgive.
Looking at Lachlan’s pale face, Iris said softly, "I’ve already found out about Evelyn Rowan’s photos; they were synthesized. Is there anything else you’d like to say in her defense?"
Lachlan lowered his head, complex emotions in his eyes, as if he was undergoing an internal struggle, "You need not regard me and her as allies on the same frontline."
"But she’s baring her fangs and claws for you, regardless."
Iris poked her chest, "The daggers are already pointed at me."
Lachlan and Iris separated themselves, he trembled slightly, wanting to touch the woman before him again, but admitting he had feelings meant he had lost the upper hand in this game long ago.
"What Evelyn Rowan did wouldn’t be repaid by just breaking a leg."
Iris enunciated every word, as if peeling the flesh of Evelyn Rowan, "Synthetizing such filthy photos and throwing dirt on me, I won’t show her any mercy."
"Are you upset because Orion Crawford didn’t step up directly?"
Lachlan suddenly asked, "Orion Crawford didn’t see you hit someone with his own eyes; this time he was frightened, but his attitude isn’t as wavering as you imagine."
"I never blame my family."
Iris stood firm, her gaze clear as she said to Lachlan, "Because I know, no matter when, he will stand by my side."
So will I.
Lachlan wanted so much to say these three words.
For so many years, he never had.
But all his actions seemed to narrate this very thing.
Iris Crawford, you fight, I’ve got your back. Together, we are those rebellious miscreants, sprinting down the road of escape, we are the black sheep among the noble and good, the sly and the remnants of the sinister.
But Lachlan wouldn’t say it, from a young age he wouldn’t express, only seize. Maybe admitting defeat to Iris was the furthest he could open his heart, yet Iris didn’t want to step into it anymore.
Iris gently caressed Lachlan’s face, sighed, and turned towards the bedroom. Just as she was about to close the door, someone stuck a foot in.
Iris was startled, "What are you doing coming in?"
Lachlan, while unbuttoning his shirt, said to Iris, "Since you’re going to use me against Evelyn Rowan, we might as well put on a full show."
Iris’s pupils slightly contracted.
Lachlan took off his shirt, revealing a part of his robust chest, grasping Iris’s hand and pressing it against his bare chest, he said, "Do you hear it?"
Iris’s hand started to tremble slowly.
Lachlan’s heart was beating powerfully, vibrantly, wildly, his vitality.
Always constantly surging outward.
"Does it feel good, keep touching."
Lachlan pressed Iris’s hand against his chest, as if he was feeling Iris’s touch.
It was unclear who was bewitching whom between Lachlan and Iris, or perhaps it had been indistinguishable long ago.
Iris, our fluids have long mingled together.
Iris laughed, "All these years, it must not have been easy keeping your shape."
"Wishfully thinking someday you’d favor me again, I dare not slack. Afraid that one day, without a beautiful demeanor, you wouldn’t fancy me."
Getting close to her, Lachlan lowered his voice, "I want to be your master, yet also your slave."
There’s nothing in this world more vivacious than Iris Crawford, none could compare to the earth-shattering allure of her eyes and brows.
Iris’s breath hitched, and by the time she realized, Lachlan had already pressed close, and she couldn’t recover her wits, as if her breathing was paused, suffocation slowly rising to her throat.
A familiar feeling emerged from the depths of her consciousness, something Iris couldn’t grasp yet couldn’t shake off either, she shut her eyes, shutting off all exchanges with anything.
When she opened her eyes again, Iris saw Lachlan lying beside her, and sighed.
She got up, waking the man. Lachlan opened his eyes, his heterochromatic eyes quite beautiful without the beauty lenses, his voice hoarse, "Pay respects to Her Majesty, the Empress."
Iris rummaged through the bedside table, pulling out a stack of cash, "Take it and get out."
"..." Lachlan’s face turned livid, "What do you mean!"
Iris’s red nails drew circles on Lachlan’s chest, saying, "The service was alright, consider this your tip. Not enough? Auntie can add more."
Finishing, Iris pulled out another stack of cash from the drawer of the bedside table.
Lachlan genuinely puzzled, how could anyone always have cash on hand whenever and wherever?
Are you a domineering lady CEO?
Regaining his senses, he panicked, "What are you taking me for? A gigolo!"
"You’re not the Wyatt Family’s young master now. I needn’t concern myself with your status and position. Take the money, Auntie knows it’s not easy for you right now."
Iris spoke calmly, turning around, and those long white legs swayed in front of Lachlan, leaving him parched with thirst.
This woman really played by her own rules, feeling no shame, even turning the tables to suppress him, reminding him he was no longer the illustrious figure of before.
Lachlan’s expression darkened, "Iris, don’t you feel any shame at all—"
"Why should I feel ashamed?"
Iris enjoyed herself, "You seduced me, threw yourself at me, actively served me in bed, you should reflect on how fickle and base you are, why should I feel ashamed?"
Listen, she never placed herself in perilous situations.
Lachlan gritted his teeth, "But you didn’t refuse either!"
"Why would I refuse when you came to me?"
Iris leisurely propped her chin, "I won’t refuse anyone’s seduction, I like fresh experiences, and you’re one of them."
When Lachlan was angry, his features looked even more handsome; he fiercely leaned in to plant a kiss on Iris’s neck, getting pushed away by Iris, "I need to go out later, handle it yourself today."
"Where are you going?"
Lachlan noticed the change in Iris’s gaze. Before, whenever she sought to settle a score, she always took him along, but now, she didn’t rely on him anymore.
Lachlan could only say, "I’ll go with you."
Iris said, "No need, just get lost."
Lachlan felt his heart pierced with countless arrows, how could the dazzling beauty who used to cling to him now give him no leeway!
His mind was in turmoil, and Iris had already gone out. Lachlan took his phone to send James Chesterton a message, then glanced at his call log, sure enough, someone had called him numerous times yesterday. Thank goodness he had set it to do-not-disturb, otherwise, how could he have slept soundly with Iris.
As a courtesy, Lachlan returned a call, his voice still deep and hoarse from a satisfied slumber, "Who?"
"Lachlan Wyatt..."
A voice full of grievance came through, "Why didn’t you answer my calls?"
Oh, Evelyn Rowan.
Lachlan didn’t say anything, he hung up.
Then, he selected Evelyn Rowan’s new number, sending a picture message over.
Not synthesized, genuinely him and Iris sleeping together.
Five years ago, you used fake photos to throw dirt and cause discord; now why not take a look at something genuine and authentic.
Lachlan let out a cold chuckle, adding a line of text.
[This time, remember to photoshop it well.]
