My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

Chapter 143

My Love My Hatred Chapter 143

I sat down and looked at all the drawing kits he had on the table. I used the eraser to erase his

drawing.

“What are you doing? I have been drawing this for one hour.”

I can use 10 minutes to draw something better than this.

“The ratio you drew is wrong, who has got arms like this? It‘s not a cartoon you are drawing. And the

waist you draw, it‘s not realistic at all. Let alone the eyes and nose.” I couldn‘t stop myself from

complaining about his

drawing.

“People major in different fields. Drawing is the only thing you are better at than me.” He complained.

When I tilted my head up, I saw him smiling.

“You are right, I am only better in drawing and giving birth than you. Or else how would I become a

juvenile? Oh, and I almost died when I tried to commit suicide, right?”

I looked at his face and he didn‘t look pleased.

I kept drawing and I wanted to modify the face so that it doesn‘t look just like me. I imagined the face of

Lexi when she is 5 or 6 years old, and she looks very beautiful in my imagination.

Lance Mason is a very, very handsome man, otherwise Tiffany Able wouldn‘t want to kill me when she

thought that I was going to steal her

man.

T have always wanted a pink princess dress when I was young, every little girl would want that. I hope

that Lexi gets her pink princess dress one day.

Lance Mason was mean but I couldn‘t deny that he treats Lexi very

well.

She doesn‘t need a mother because her father treats her like she is his world.

Thinking about that, I looked at Lance and got even more confused. NôvelDrama.Org © content.

What should I do with Lexi? Would I be able to give her a better life?

Would I be able to give a better life if I raise her alone?

“Why did you stop? What are you thinking?” Lance spoke from above my head and I was pulled back

to reality. I started to draw again.

It didn‘t take me too much time to finish and I saw a happy little girl on the paperI coloured the dress

with pink. “Do you like pink too?” He asked.

I didn‘t answer him and just kept colouring.

“I thought that you don‘t like pink. I gifted you a pink diamond necklace but you never wore it.” He said.

I signed and wrote down the date after I finished drawing. It was a habit of mine.

I stood up from the chair and said, “I‘m done, ask your guard to move and let me out.”

Lance picked the drawing up and looked at it for a while, “It looks good but this little girl will look prettier

if you draw her like her mother, she doesn‘t look like you or me.”

“I want to go out!” Lance kept the drawing into his

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Chapter 143 safe box carefully. He didn‘t cover up when he pressed the password. There were a few

documents in it.

I memorized his password after

that.

When Lance turned around, he saw that I was looking at his safe box.