Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 66: If You Want to Leave, Don’t Come Back
The entrance of The Wyatt Group was quite lively that night, lively enough to summon Leo Langdon, who was already on his way home after work, and even the reporters caught the scent and rushed over, just short of writing a headline like "Woman Beats Ex-Husband on the Street for Overpersistence".
However, Jordan Jacobs wasn’t one to be trifled with. After getting hit, the bodyguards following behind rushed out, blocking Iris Crawford, "What are you hitting him for!"
Iris pointed at herself, "Then you go ahead and try hitting me if you’ve got the guts!"
The bodyguards bared their teeth, she’s the Crawford family’s daughter, could they dare to touch her!
While aiding Jordan Jacobs to retreat, they shouted, "Shrew!"
"Our Young Master Jacobs waited for you after work all this time!"
"Heartless bad woman! Don’t you know what’s good for you, you’ll get what you deserve!"
After saying this, those bodyguards surrounded Jordan Jacobs and left. As Jordan Jacobs left, his face was full of disbelief, not expecting Iris to be so ruthless. After all, she was his ex-wife; was a kiss from him fatal?
Iris hadn’t had enough and wanted to rush forward, but those bodyguards performed an on-the-spot retreat with Jordan Jacobs. The woman held her high heels pointing in their direction and said, "Don’t let me see you wretches again! Get as far away as possible, you hear?"
Lachlan Wyatt was inwardly furious but hadn’t had a chance to let it out, and the people were already chased away by Iris.
She stood there, with the night breeze lifting Iris’s long hair. The woman casually swept her hair back, and midway, she grabbed her hair and looked back at Lachlan, saying, "Buy me a new pair of shoes."
These high heels were no longer wearable.
Lachlan squinted his eyes, staring at Iris’s pretty face for a while, and said, "Alright."
"Let’s go back."
Iris didn’t mind that she was wearing black stockings without high heels, almost barefoot, and just walked on the ground like that.
Lachlan instinctively glanced at her feet, covered in black stockings, with smooth arch lines, making him, a man, feel like he might turn into a foot enthusiast in the next second.
With a few bare steps, Iris asked him, "Is the car in the parking lot?"
Lachlan stepped forward.
Iris took a step back, "What are you doing?"
Without asking further, Lachlan had already scooped her up horizontally. Unprepared, Iris crashed right into Lachlan’s embrace.
Her heart seemed to contract intensely, and her determination not to waver for Lachlan seemed to show a crack.
Iris’s face flushed, "What are you doing!"
"The shoes are broken." Lachlan carried her to the parking lot, his tone not pleasant, "I don’t want to see those feet of yours stepping all over the place."
Too tempting.
Iris clung to Lachlan’s chest, being steadily carried to the car. The man placed her in the passenger seat, then lowered his head, getting extremely close to Iris.
"If it wasn’t for Jordan Jacobs, I wouldn’t be like this." Iris turned her face away, "If you want to get mad, go find Jordan Jacobs."
In response, Lachlan reached out his thumb and rubbed forcefully on Iris’s lips.
As if wiping away the trace of a kiss from Jordan Jacobs.
Without hurrying to close the car door, Lachlan looked directly at Iris’s face, "Next time, don’t let me see you being touched by others."
"So it’s okay if it’s out of your sight?" Iris provocatively licked the corner of her lips, her beauty a sharp bullet now aimed at Lachlan’s chest.
"Oh, this is rare, Young Master Wyatt, are you jealous over me?"
Lachlan felt like his chest was pierced by an arrow, and behind the sharp pain was an itch he couldn’t resolve. He pressed against Iris, "Don’t push me to take action against you."
Once they crossed the line, there would be no turning back.
But unexpectedly, Iris wasn’t afraid at all. She liked playing with fire; if she alone was scared, what fun would that be? Lachlan, I’m going to drag you down too, make you uneasy whenever you see me—so Iris clung to Lachlan and said, "Don’t, we might as well go to hell together, I love being all or nothing with you."
Lachlan bit her neck fiercely, "Are you saying this to seduce me?"
He encountered many women, liking to act pure and coquettish. But Iris was different; her blatant flirtation was more casual, as if if the man in front of her weren’t Lachlan, she’d still be playfully flirtatious with anyone else.
"I’m seducing you, no other man is worth it." Iris’s hand caressed under Lachlan’s chin, lightly brushing past his Adam’s apple, her seductive lips moving with insincere yet fervent sweet talk, "I’m quite interested in seeing what else Young Master Wyatt has to offer."
This interesting woman, letting another man have her, would be too much of a waste, wouldn’t it?
Lachlan gripped Iris’s waist, "The car’s not the right place for this, let’s take it to a bed."
Dream on!
Iris’s eyes suddenly turned cold, and she was the first to let go of Lachlan, chuckling as she said, "How much have you been drinking?"
Lachlan’s face immediately turned solemn, "Are you playing with me?"
Only Lachlan played with others, but today he was played by Iris!
Iris giggled with her hand over her mouth, "Seems like you took it seriously, right, Young Master Wyatt? You personally told me not to fall in love with you back then, having regrets now?"
Regret?
The word regret didn’t exist in Lachlan’s life motto; the emotional upheaval made him want to strangle this enchanting fox, Iris, in his car!
Clenching his teeth, Lachlan laughed grimly, "Iris, you’ve really grown resourceful, playing hard to get so ingeniously."
He slammed the car door of the passenger seat, turned to the driver’s seat, started the car, and coldly sneered at Iris, "You better not let me catch any dirt on you."
Threat?
Iris Crawford watched him start the car, adjusted to a comfortable position, and pretended to take a casual breath, slowly closing her eyes.
Her heart was still pounding.
Was it a strategic retreat, or a moment of impulse that made her reveal her true feelings through casual words?
Iris laughed self-deprecatingly, "A leverage? Young Master Wyatt, I no longer have any leverage in your hands. I can handle the matters ahead by myself, and it’s time we part ways."
Part ways, what did she mean by that?
Lachlan Wyatt, who was driving, suddenly slammed on the brakes.
"What do you mean?"
"I’ve already fallen out with the Jacobs Family, and from now on, everything will be handled through legal processes in court." Iris kept her head down, making it impossible for Lachlan to see her expression, "It seems there’s no reason for me to stay by your side any longer. Why don’t you just tell me plainly what you want to use me for, I’ll accomplish it for you, and then we can call it even. How about that?"
Hearing Iris say this, Lachlan tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
Yes, when he first saved her, there were indeed benefits to be gained. So Iris made a deal with him; he helped her with her revenge, and in turn, he needed her to achieve some goal.
Now, Lachlan had indeed helped Iris quite a bit on her path of revenge. He even bought a mall to help her slap the Jennings Family by opening a tea shop. Iris couldn’t take it; the mixed kindness and exploitation were too strong, almost destroying her mental defenses.
When a man unabashedly treats a woman kindly, even with ulterior motives, it’s impossible to resist.
"If I tell you, you’ll just complete that task for me?" Lachlan, in a fit of rage, laughed cynically. After slamming the brakes, he pressed the accelerator harder, "Iris, do you really want to leave my side that badly?"
Iris felt her heart tremble.
She looked up at the car ceiling, asking herself, do I really want to leave Lachlan’s side?
Being around him was too addictive. The heart-stopping ambiguity, the dangerous affection—can she really bear to leave it?
Or maybe she could never bear to leave.
Lachlan, if the person who falls in love first loses, then I’ll give you the victory in this standoff.
"What if I said I like you?"
After a long silence, Iris suddenly spoke these words.
Just that one sentence, and Lachlan felt like his world crumbled.
She stated so plainly, bleakly, yet sharply, the words he dared not respond to.
The hand clutching the steering wheel seemed to tremble. Lachlan forced out words from his throat, his tone cold, "Then that’s you being reckless, Iris."
Reckless.
It turns out some people can respond to feelings with such hurtful words.
"Right." Iris laughed, her eyes reddened, unsure if she was mocking her own foolishness, "I knew I was being reckless, so I thought I’d finish what you wanted sooner and then get away from you."
Lachlan’s eyebrows furrowed as he noticed Iris’s fingers tightly clenched together, her red nails seemed to lose their luster, lacking their usual sparkle and charm.
"You said saving me had benefits, so just tell me your purpose directly, so we can be done sooner." Iris’s voice trembled as she spoke, "You see, isn’t that like picking up and putting down anyway?"
Did these words not hurt her at all?
Lachlan wanted to ask Iris how she managed to be so cruel, to face her own feelings for someone head-on and crush her own heart before them.
How do you do it, Iris? Why won’t you... scream at him at the top of your lungs? Call him scum or blame him for playing with you, why not say it! Why not rebuke him!
Crying children get candy, don’t you even know that?
Lachlan had a multitude of things he wanted to say, but what came out was, "It seems you really want to cut ties with me."
"Yeah, why stay around if you can’t have it, or do you want to keep me hanging, watching me suffer?" Iris’s eyes squinted with laughter, seemingly with a glimmering moisture at the corners, "No, Lachlan, you now know that I like you, and I’ve laid it all out. Pretending to be tough is pointless. Since you find me annoying, let’s just spare each other."
Iris would never cry out pitifully for Lachlan to fulfill her needs. She would only use all her strength to restrain and calm herself when she realized a certain fact had occurred.
The kidnapping two years ago had shattered her kindness and compassion, along with her kindness and compassion towards herself.
At the red light, Lachlan slammed on the brakes. When he turned to look at her in that moment, the man’s eyes were like the cold light reflected off a blade. He said to Iris, "What if I don’t want to let you go?"
"You don’t love me, yet you won’t let me go." Iris also returned his gaze, "Lachlan, sometimes I really can’t understand you."
It’s better not to understand.
Lachlan never said he would let Iris go, yet he never responded to her feelings for him.
He clearly wanted to keep her hanging, not willing to let go.
Lachlan’s ruthlessness never excluded her.
The car was filled with a suffocating silence all the way. When they got home, Iris wanted to get out of the car, but Lachlan picked her up again, and surprisingly, Iris didn’t resist.
He carried her from the villa’s garage to the living room, placing her on the sofa.
"If you want to leave, I’ll let you go."
After a long pause, Lachlan suddenly said, "But after you leave, don’t come back."
The pain spread throughout her body in an instant. Iris looked up, stunned, and saw the man’s expression equally complex, as if holding deep secrets, looking at her as though he were looking at someone else.
Iris seemed to understand something, her heart chilled, "Are you using me... to shield someone else from harm?"
