A Perfect Lie Hides Behind My Billionaire Marriage novel Chapter 157

Reese had a gut feeling that if she expressed sympathy towards Ella Rhodes, Lukas might show up and strangle her directly.

She shook her head, looking a bit dazed, "No. I used to feel sympathetic toward her, but that was before I learned she was willing to harm others for her selfish desires. Knowing the malice she held against me, and what she had planned to do with me that night, I would only regret sympathizing with someone like her before."

Lukas's eyes lit up, and he softly hummed, "You're not naive."

Reese frowned and stared at Lukas, questioning, "Then why are you involving yourself with this? They’re dealing with me, and this matter has nothing to do with you, does it?"

Lukas's expression turned somewhat unpleasant, "Reese, have you already forgotten who you are, or your current situation?"

Reese pursed her lips, "So, you're doing all of this because of me."

Reese's emotions were complicated beyond words.

Lukas gave a wry smile, his tone firm, "You think too much. In my book, With you in my account, I won't tolerate anyone mistreating you, now that you're under my protection."

Reese's expression changed slightly, and she looked at Lukas, "Even though they deserve it, I still..."

Lukas cut her off, a bit annoyed, "Why are you so ungrateful?" He said.

Reese pressed her lips together, "I'm not." She responded in defense.

Lukas looked at her, his irritation showing, "Reese, understand that it is their hearts that were malicious. What I did is just simply stir the waters. If Ella let go of her hatred and desire for revenge, the car accident wouldn't have happened. And if Alexa hadn't instigated Ella, she wouldn’t be in the hospital right at this moment. It's a two-way street."

"You have to realize that Alexa's course of actions that caused Ella to have a miscarriage was the final straw that broke her. Reese, you wouldn’t understand such simple and straightforward reasoning, don't you?"

Reese's complexion shifted, and she stared at Lukas, "Mr. Strakovski, it's not that I can't comprehend it. I'm just finding it hard to accept that you foresaw all of this. You..."

Lukas's expression darkened suddenly, "Do you think I'm monstrous?"

Reese clenched her lips tightly, remaining silent.

Lukas stood abruptly and walked over to Reese.

Reese immediately felt the pressure intensify, freezing in place. Her unease grew, "Mr. Strakovski..."

Lukas looked down at her, knelt on the sofa, and cupped Reese's chin, "Reese, I didn't expect you to harbor such an ungrateful side. You’re thinking that they're fighting each other just because of me, right?"

Reese's jaw ached from the pressure, and she remained quiet.

Lukas felt anger and frustration. He rarely had these times when he couldn't control his emotions.

Lukas tightened his grip, causing Reese to emit a pained sound from her mouth.

Suddenly, Little Reese leaped from the nearby sofa and accidentally scratched Lukas with its claw. A small bloody mark appeared on the wrist that Lukas had been using to hold Reese.

Lukas's visage remained impassive, his voice cold, "I’m not going to die with a single scratch. Now answer my question."

Reese shook her head. "I don't know." She said, her reply was concise.

She hadn't encountered such dark matters before, and now that she was aware of their connection to Lukas, fear clenched at her heart. However, she wasn't oblivious to it.

Lukas had stood up for her, and if she blamed him, then it would indeed be unjust.

Yet, the scene she had witnessed today was disturbing, and she struggled to reconcile that within herself. She just didn't know how to communicate this to Lukas.

But before she could bring herself to explain her situation, Lukas retrieved two pieces of paper from the desk, saying, "This is the answer that you've been seeking."

Reese was taken aback, staring at the items in Lukas's hand with a tinge of disbelief, "What is this?"

At this moment, Lukas realized that helping Reese was akin to digging a hole in his own head.

He had handed this letter to her, and the prospect of dealing with Reese's affairs in the future made him contemplate the idea of removing his head and using it as a soccer ball.

Sarcasm dripped from his gaze as he looked at Reese, asking, "What do you think? If I hadn't obtained this letter from Ricardo, I wouldn't have allowed Alexa Roberts to marry Gerald Hughes. Do you believe the Hughes family would have agreed to the marriage without gaining anything? This marriage is a major undertaking orchestrated by me, all in exchange for this letter. Now, do you understand, Reese?"

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