My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

Chapter 135

We ate in silence. It was mostly me eating and Lance staring at me, he just drank some soup.

I couldn’t eat much with him staring at me so I just simply ate something and asked Annie to arrange a

guest room for me.

Annie didn’t answer me, she just looked at Lance Mason.

Lance made all of the maids go away and looked at me tiredly, “You should start to learn how to be a

mother now, you wouldn’t want to be like a mother like your mother right?”

“You want me to sleep with you?” He just wanted to sleep with me.

“The bed is big enough. I wouldn’t touch you.”

“We haven’t done the DNA test; how would I know if she is my child or not? I will start to learn to be a

mother after the DNA test result is out.”

I stood up and was about to leave the room.

I walked to the sofa in the living room and laid down.

Lance Mason came and pulled me up from the sofa, he held me against his chest tightly.

“What are you doing!” I started to stir in his embrace.

Theard his weak voice, “Jennie, can we stop all of this and just be together without conflicts? We have

a child to

raise, please.”

Stop all of this? Raise the child with him? Impossible! Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“You can’t control everything,

Lance Mason! Stop threatening me with the child! Don’t force me to leave the child behind and leave!”

I could feel his hand on my shoulder balled into fist.

Was he going to punch me?

“What is the difference between you and your mother now.” He said coldly.

I thought of my mom and the child.

I squinted my eyes and said, “And what?”

He pushed me away. He must be thinking how unbelievable I was.

“I know you hate me, but I know that you wouldn’t leave Lexi behind.”

“I will take the responsibility but I won’t be with you.”

“What if I tell you the only way for you to be with Lexi is to be with me?” He stared at me and

threatened

me.

Did he think that I was the old Jennie Gomez who would be threatened by him?

“Then you are forcing me to leave the child just like my mother. You made me leave her.”

I wanted to use this to cover up the fact that I didn’t want to take the responsibility of this child.

I will feel better like this, will ?

“Get the f*ck out! My child doesn’t need a mother like you! You don’t deserve to be a mother! You are

just like your mother!”

He pointed at the front door and shouted at me.

I walked out of the door like I was told and when I reached the door turned around, “I will meet you at

the

hospital tomorrow morning. I hope you will bring the baby and do the DNA test.’

He kicked at the table and pointed his finger at me, “I will just assume and let her know that her mother

is dead! Get the f*ck out

now!”