My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

After I finished all the food, I felt sleepy.

But I didn’t dare to fall asleep because I didn’t know what Lance Mason would do to me.

After he finished his breakfast, he started to drive.

The car fell into silence.

He stopped at a service centre after driving for hours. I thought he wanted to use a washroom.

He came to my side of the door and opened my door.

“Go and use a washroom. You shouldn’t be holding it.”

My face turned red and said, “Who said I was holding it?”

“You drank a bowl of soup and a  bottle of juice.” He explained.

He was about to help me out of the seatbelt when I said, “Don’t touch me, will do it myself.”

I got out of the car and walked towards the washroom, Lance Mason walking behind me.

“Why are you following me?”| asked.

“I want to use the washroom.” He said and walked into the washroom.

I was going to wash my hands after I was done but I saw two women looking at me. And I didn’t feel good about that. So, I quickly rushed out of the washroom.

Suddenly one of the women held my shoulder and another one held a cloth against my nose and mouth. I held my breath and tried to get out of their

They have strong arms and they dragged me into a small room in the washroom.

“Help!” I shouted.

Taccidentally inhale the clothes in my mouth and nose when I shout. And my knees gave up on me.

But he still looks good. I couldn’t deny the fact that he looks good even though I hated him. I have seen the picture of his mother; she was a beautiful woman like my mom.

Seems like all men like beautiful

women.

That’s the reason why his father cheated on his mother.

“What happened in the washroom? I don’t believe that you will do such  things to bring me here, it was extra.”

Lance looked at me and tiredness laced in his eyes. He had been driving for hours and I assumed that he hadn’t rested since he arrived so he looked

tired.

“This is my fault; I didn’t protect you properly. I have some conflict with Abel’s family. They wanted to keep you captive to threaten me. Luckily, I went into the washroom after waiting for a few minutes and you didn’t come out. I promise you this kind of thing won’t happen again.”

He looked at me apologetically. Maybe he was sorry that he let this kind of things happened to me?