Chapter 201 will no longer be soft on you.
She looked at the shop with a trace of sadness, and his heart softened.
Thinking that she was like himself, he could not bear her to be so sad when she recalled the sweetness of the past.
So, let Luke buy hot dog sausage, I don't know whether to make her happy or make her eat happily.
"When the truth comes to light, you will regret it! You will regret what you've done to me, the fact that I didn't harm Mom and put her in a persist vegetative state, the kidney transplant for Darcy..." She cried too hard to speak.
Lawrence furrowed his brow, unwilling to hear her mention her mother at this moment. The revenge against her mother made it impossible for him to be with her, but deep down in his heart, he couldn't let go. Seeing her with Rock, he felt jealous. Only by physically possessing her could he still feel that he owned her. He damn well remained infatuated with her...
Bang, bang, bang! The door suddenly knocked, and Winnie, in a daze, tearfully opened her eyes and pushed him away.
Outside the door, Darcy's suppressed anger could be heard in her soft sobbing. "Mr. L? Mr. L, are you inside? What are you doing with Miss Anderson in there?"
The man froze for a moment, as if awakened by an alarm bell, his scorching gaze cleared a bit. The figure in his arms shrank, her face turned even paler, looking at him drenched in tears, hoarsely with a self-deprecating tone, "Is this enough? Caught in the act like this, you've forced me to become an unmentionable mistress. Are you satisfied?"
"We're not divorced, so don't talk nonsense!" Lawrence R said angrily, and she was most well-behaved when she kept her mouth shut.
"You can be shameless, but I'm not that shameless. Now, you can get out!" Exhausted, Winnie didn't want to waste any more words on him. Her weak body leaned against the floor, and she didn't look well.
Lawrence R became somewhat worried and wanted to help her up, but she swatted his arm away. His gaze swept over her rosy lips; his expression unreadable. The ambiguity returned to a hint of coldness.
"Lie down on the bed and stop being stubborn with me."
"I don't want to see your hypocritical face. I'm asking you one last time, let my cousin go and stop using her to threaten me."
Seeing her bargaining tone, Lawrence R was completely awakened from the haze. He coldly said, "I'm not very satisfied with your lifeless appearance either."
Winnie felt empty in her heart, raising her head and staring at him in anger. "What else do you want?" "I'm not interested anymore." Lawrence R coolly put on his trousers.
Beast. Winnie cursed painfully in her heart, but bitterness swept over her. Perhaps Darcy had returned, and she didn't have the energy anymore.
Before he left, he glanced at her weak appearance and frowned, saying, "I'll have Luke bring the morning medicine over. Apply it yourself." "Get lost."
Winnie struggled to get up, leaning against her stomach and slamming the door shut. The man's face instantly darkened.
At the door, Darcy sat in a wheelchair. Seeing him finally come out, his shirt was noticeably soaked, and his trousers were creased.
Under his incredibly handsome face, there were even scratch marks. Jealousy and anger burned in her heart, and her nails almost scratched through the edge of the wheelchair. No matter how angry she was, she couldn't show it.
Darcy, feigning innocence, started crying. "Mr. L, why did you leave me alone and come back? I fell down at the cinema, it hurts, could you please look at it?" Lawrence R, smelling a trace of alcohol on her body, frowned.
Just as they said, they were going to the movies together tonight. He actually left her at the theater. A hint of regret flashed across the man's face. He quickly squatted down, a bit worried, and checked her ankle, "How did you scrape your skin? Maid, quickly call a doctor!"
Seeing that he still cared about her, Darcy suppressed her anger and felt somewhat relieved. She stared at the door and deliberately raised her voice playfully, "Mr. L, I don't want a doctor. I want you. Carry me upstairs quickly. I want you to treat me..."
"Alright, I'll carry you. Just stay still." The man's gentle voice came through the door, followed by the sound of his sturdy footsteps going upstairs.
Leaning against the door frame, Winnie finally understood that she was just a tool, while Darcy would become the person he cherished the most. It was clear who was superior. She looked up at the cold moon outside the window, just like the night she carried her mother on her back in the mountains.
Her mother said that having a child and staying by their side throughout their life would make them lonely. She also wanted that. She had stubbornly pursued it, but maybe it was no longer possible... Mother. He has hurt me so much, and I want to save him, but he has repeatedly ruined our relationship. Isn't this what you wanted? Maybe I shouldn't insist anymore? But how can I bear to let go? He has already found another woman. The wedding date has been set...
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