Chapter 230 Why Didn't You Commit Suicide?
At the same time.
Lara was sent back to the Duncan family by the bodyguards.
Conner went on a business trip to another province these days, so apart from the servants, there were only Lara and Elliot in the house.
The servants were all shocked when they saw that Lara was suddenly taken back by two bodyguards.
The head servant stepped forward to ask what was going on, but the bodyguard scolded him.
Two strong bodyguards looked at them and said in a deep voice, "This is Mr. Duncan's order. Mrs. Duncan is only allowed to stay in the room tonight. None of you are allowed to let her out, let alone go in to see her. That's all."
"But, why?"
"Where do you have so many questions? We do as Mr. Duncan's order. As for other things, don't ask too much."
After speaking, the two bodyguards left.
Lara's hoarse cry and the sound of smashing things came from the bedroom.
The servants looked at each other and dared not say anything.
It was not until the next morning that Elliot came back.
As soon as he entered the house, he felt that the servants all looked at him excitedly as if they had seen a savior.
He asked blankly, "Where is Mrs. Duncan?"
"She is... upstairs! She smashed things all night and didn't stop until four or five in the morning."
He sneered mockingly.
This was Lara.
When she encountered something unhappy, she would only smashed things to vent her anger and couldn't do anything else.
Unlike Clarissa who could always solve all the problems so rationally.
He had never thought that he would miss Clarissa. When he used to be with Clarissa, he disliked her being too calm and rational.
He felt that she lacked all the pride and sensibility of a woman.
At that time, when Lara lost her temper unreasonably, he thought she was cute.
It meant that she was very innocent and pure.
Elliot walked upstairs.
When the servant opened the door and he entered the house, what he saw first was not the mess on the ground, but Lara who was lying on the carpet and sleeping soundly. Maybe she had made a fuss for a whole night and really got tired.
The entire mattress had been scratched by her with a blade. The photo frames on the wall, the cosmetics on the dressing table and the clothes in the closet had all been smashed and scratched by her.
The whole room looked destructively horrible, as if it had been robbed.
Even if the servants had been mentally prepared, they were startled when they saw such a scene.
However, Elliot was rather calm.
He had thought that the room would be in a mess, so he was not surprised to see this.
But he was slightly surprised when he saw Lara sleeping soundly on the carpet.
It seems that she was not hopelessly stupid.
At least, she just scratched these things, not her own wrist.
He said in a deep voice, "You go down first."
The servants looked at each other, and then answered and left.
Elliot stepped in the room and closed the door by the way.
Lara was actually not deep in sleep.
She could feel someone coming in.
But she didn't want to get up, nor did she want to make any reaction. She has lost all her strength and patience after making trouble for a whole night.
All she had in heart was just frustration and desperation.
A pair of soft home slippers stopped in front of her.
Elliot looked down at her and said in a deep voice, "That's what you can do? I thought you could remove the door and escape directly."
Lara didn't speak.
After all, she was just a weak woman. No matter how scheming she was, she was physically inferior to men.
She also got injured while causing such a big damage in one night. For example, his fingers were scratched several times by the blade.
Her arms were bruised because she wanted to smash the door open.
At this time, she was lying there in a broken dress and had a kind of dispirited beauty.
After a while, she finally said.
"Laugh at me if you want! Don't hold it back."
Elliot raised his eyebrows.
He squatted down in front of her.
At this time, he was staring at her with his eyes which she used to love the most. But his eyes were no longer warm and tender, and all she could feel was his aloofness.
"Why didn't you commit suicide?"
Lara smiled mockingly.
"Why should I do that? It's wonderful to live. I have glamorous clothes and can eat delicious food. What's more, I'm the daughter of the Chapman family. Even if I divorce you, I can have lots of money and live a good life."
"Besides, I'm still young. Even if I leave you, I can find a better man and spend the rest of my life in style. Why should I commit suicide?"
Elliot did not expect that she could say such words.
He curled his lips sarcastically and said in a light tone, "It seems that you don't love me as deeply as you imagined, and you can still live without me! In this case, why did you go crazy last night?"
Lara looked at him in a daze without speaking.
Elliot reached out and ran his fingers through her messy hair, whispering, "When you went mad last night, did you know how much influence you had on me, on my family, on Twilight, and on yourself?"
Lara still did not speak.
Her big eyes were as listless as a pool of stagnant water at this time, and there was no hope in her eyes.
Elliot added, "Fortunately, I withheld the news in time. People outside probably only thought that you drank too much, otherwise, Twilight would have spent so much money on you in vain, and you would lose the endorsement."
Seeing that Lara was still stunned, he raised his eyebrows.
"You have nothing to say?"
Lara gave a mocking smile.
"What should I say? Should I apologize to you and admit my mistake? Or should I beg you to love me again? Is it useful? You're so heartless and you only care about interests. In this case, Why should I waste my energy?"
Elliot laughed.
"I didn't realize that you are very smart until today. At least, you are not as stupid as other women who salvage their husbands' hearts by crying."
Lara smiled self-mockingly and didn't speak.
Elliot added, "What should I do? I actually admire you a bit now!"
"Thanks for your appreciation, but you don't have to say like this. Tell me! What do you want me to do?"
"You are my wife, and what can I ask you to do? I just hope that you can live well and don't cause trouble for me again. You know that it's troublesome to deal with something, and I always don't like trouble."
Lara was slightly surprised.
"You don't want to divorce me?"
"Why should I divorce?"
He leaned over slightly and got closer to her face, so that she could see the expression on his face more clearly.
His expression was so cold and cruel. Although he was smiling, she felt a chill to the bone.
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