My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)
Chapter 63

Chapter 63 Cunning Fox

The next day, I woke up under Lance's slap. He slapped my butt hard.

I got up and rolled my eyes with my hands. I looked at him with blurry eyes and noticed he didn't look like he had a good night's sleep. He's a busy person, he never had enough time to sleep.

"Go get my shirt for me in the closet." Lance demanded.

I felt a little bit a annoyed, doesn't he have legs?

I went to his closet and picked a pair of sweatpants, his Nike shirt and his pair of Adidas sneakers.i smiled coldly, isn't this a wife's job? What am I? Who am I?

Lance seemed to be quite satisfied with my choice of clothes and took it from my hands with a slight smile. He said on the bed and started to put on the clothes. I have been sleeping with him for quite some time already and I have never known that he had this habit of wearing clothes on the bed. it was strange seeing him acting like a child, and I was like his mother.

I started the school myself internally, what am I thinking? How could last be a child? And I'm not a kind mother.

We both have hatred for each other yet we are still living with each other peacefully.

Humans like us are always putting on a mask and acting like everything is okay.

"Help me put on my socks and shoes." Lance put both of his feet on the bed.

I was completely speechless, a 30+ year old man, didn't he have his own hands? Although I didn't want to help him and I feel insulted but I had to do as he said since I have already embarrassed myself in front of him many many times.

I kneeled down slowly in front of him, although his heat doesn't smell, but I still didn't want to touch his feet. Just when my hand was about to touch is leg, Lance suddenly raise his late and used his toes to touch my face. At that moment I really wanted to stand

up and give him a slap.

He must have done it on purpose to insult and embarrass me further.

"You don't look good, do you think my feet smell?" Lance asked with an unhappy face.

I smile bitterly and shook my head: "No, are you kidding me? Let me help you put on your socks!"

Lance pull back his own legs and snatched the socks away from my hands. With an annoyed tone, he said to me: "since you don't look like you are willing to do so then fine I'll do it by myself!"

After putting on his own socks, he went to the bathroom to wash up. I quickly went to the closet and change my own outfit.

Although Lance Mason is already 30+ years old but seeing him in a casual outfit, he looks really young, just like a university student.

We boarded the plane but it wasn't his private plane, Lance seemed to be very tired and slept in the plane for many hours.

When he woke up after a few hours, he stretched his back and took a sip of water. He moved his face near me to see what I was reading then he took the book from my hands and looked at the cover asking me: "what is this book?"

I answered him: "Novel, romance novel, to kill some time."

I like to read this sort of book because I thought that I was lonely and I needed to read some happy and romantic stuff to fill the emptiness in my heart.

Lance flipped a few pages and I guessed he didn't know what the book was talking about so he asked me:"What is the story about?"

I looked at him and didn't answer him immediately. He shifted his attention away from the book and on to me and asked: "i'm asking you a question?"

"Men wouldn't get interested in this kind of stories." And with that, I took my book back from his hands but he didn't let go. Instead, He said: "You didn't even tell me how would you know that I wouldn't be interested in this?"

Since he wanted to know, alright i'll tell him.

"Well, it is just the same oh romance novel. The male lead treated the female lead very very bad and hurt her deeply, then he only realised that he had already fallen in love with her. Later, he started to treat her better. In the end, the female lead forgives him and they had a happy ending."

T explained the storyline simply. Lance stared at me with emotionless eyes and I stared back. It was as if we were both holding our breaths. He looked stern, then he tossed the book back to me and said: "Have you been reading a lot of books like that? Please do remember that I am not a male lead and you are not the female lead of the book."

I smoothen the pages that were crumbled by Lance and forced a chuckle: "No I didn't, don't misunderstand me. Why would I think that I'm the female lead? Since when was my life so lucky? I'm fated to never have anyone love me, you treating me this way, giving me

food and clothes and a place to stay..... I'm grateful enough."

Lance didn't say anything anymore and closed his eyes. His expression was still very stern and serious.

I looked out the window and saw the sunrise. We must be getting near to England. What will happen in this trip I wonder?

From our landing until we got in the cab, Lance didn't speak to me at all. I seem to know what he was angry about, but at the same time I also wasn't sure. I think I must be going crazy to be guessing what Lance Mason was thinking about the whole day.

Lance had a driver here that I didn't know, he drove us to the heart of London, we arrived at a beautiful mansion. It was an English Style mansion.

When we got down the car, a middle age man, home I think is the butler, use very fluent Mandarin and spoke to Lance: "Sir, welcome home."

A very fair maid with blonde hair helped us carry our luggage. There were also other servants waiting outside the mansion for us. The scene in front of me was like watching a TV show

Lance nodded at the butler and went into his mansion. I quickly followed behind. This mansion was a lot bigger than the Mason's mansion back in Denmark. There is a golf field and even a swimming pool.

I knew Lance is rich but I never knew he was this rich. London is the most expensive city in the UK and yet he owns such a big mansion in the city.

I followed him up to the third floor, the big room was huge and there was even a walk in closet for both of us, the size of it was like my whole bedroom back in my condo.

Looking at the men's clothes in the closet, then looking back at the grey luggage 1 suddenly felt like laughing. This isn't travelling this was basically Lance Mason coming back home!

Lance is a very hygienic person and the moment he stepped into his bedroom he went to the bathroom and take a shower.

T observed the bedroom. It was full of European and English decoration, plus Lance had purchased a lot of different paintings from famous artists. Such a big house and expensive defamation, plus the servants and butler...... I wonder if this was Lance's real house, and if he had anything hiding in this house.

Every cunning fox has 3 dens, was this his most important one?