My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance) novel Chapter 167

My Love My Hatred Chapter 167

“You‘re not afraid that I will kill 

you?” 

“Why would I be afraid? We have been sleeping in the same bed for countless nights, you could have made a move already.” 

He was right, I could have killed him in his sleep and died with him. 

But I didn‘t want to die so young and I couldn‘t imagine Lexi‘s life without the both of us. 

The most important thing was we both know that killing each other wasn‘t the best plan for revenge. 

I put the gun down and threw it back to him, “Don‘t let me hold this thing anymore, I‘m scared that I will accidentally kill you.”  

“My pleasure.” He put the gun back to the drawer. 

He reached his hand up and pinched my cheek. 

I pushed his hand away and said, “Focus while you drive, I don‘t want to die so young.” 

“That will be very romantic for both of us to die together.” 

Who would want to die with him? 

After we reached the Mason‘s mansion, the old chamberlain quickly rushed out to greet Lance, “You‘re back, Mr. Mason.” 

Lance nodded and pointed at me, “This is Mrs. Mason.” 

This old chamberlain didn‘t like me at all, the chamberlain was very loyal towards the old woman. 

Lance glared at the chamberlain, so the chamberlain greeted me  unwillingly, “Mrs. Mason.” 

Lance pulled me into the living room, feeling pleased with himself. 

There were many people in the dining room when we walked in, including Leo. 

who doesn‘t agree with this marriage 

the most. 

Lance‘s aunt and his grandma had been talking bad things about me and my mother. 

Lance just pulled at my shirt and signalled me not to talk. He didn‘t help me when they said something bad 

about me. 

I knew he didn‘t love me for real, if he loves me, he would have helped me. 

When they heard that I made some noises when drinking my soup, his aunt said, “Shameful that she doesn‘t know any table manners.” 

His grandma then said, “Just like her mother! I don‘t understand why you would marry a woman like this, Lance.” 

Lance knitted his eyebrows and said, “I know what I am doing, grandma.”