My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

Chapter 161

My Love My Hatred Chapter 161

Many things had happened today, what a dramatic day.

When we reached his mansion, he opened the door for me and said, “It‘s very late now, you should

rest. I need to go to the study room and send an email.”

I didn‘t give him any response and just walked upstairs. I went into the bathroom and took a shower. I

apply some ointment on my private area after I showered and it hurts a lot.

Lance came into the room after | fell asleep. My back was facing him.

He hugged me from behind and I could feel his breath on my ears. I woke up because of his

movement.

“Have you applied the ointment?”

He asked softly into my ears and that made me feel like we were just a normal couple.

“The doctor said the healing period will be one month, what am I going to do now that we can‘t have

sex? You are so fragile. I wouldn‘t have gone too hard on you if you didn‘t trigger me, right? Now look

at you. Triggering me is no good for you, you should know better.”

Was he persuading me?

He said that he wasn‘t being hard on me? He gripped my side so hard that he left fingerprints on my

skin and he kept sliding in and out of me even though my tears were forming in my eyes. He saw that I

was crying and in pain but he didn‘t stop.

He acted like he hated me a lot.

A thought popped up in my mind that maybe Lance Mason had not

accepted me because of my mother and he wanted to torture me for that.

He didn‘t act like he loves me. This is not what love looks like. My father still loves my mother even

though she was a bad woman, everyone wanted my mother to die and my father was the only one who

wanted mom to live a good and happy life.

Lance Mason said that he loves me but I wasn‘t happy whenever he was

around.

He would feel hurt because I said something that he didn‘t want to hear. That‘s not love.

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Lance Mason turned on the lamp on the nightstand, and I closed my eyes shut.

His hand slid into my nightgown, he pulled my nightgown up to my stomach and his finger curled at the

band of my panties.

I asked him coldly while my eyes remained closed, “You want to do it?”

Lance pulled his hand away.

“I just wanted to see if you are okay. How does it feel now?”

He asked while pulling my nightgown down.

He laid beside me and lay on top of him. He made me lay my head on his

chest.

His hand slid into the front of my nightgown and touched my breast. He likes to play with my breasts.

He would grab on it so hard whenever he had sex with me that it hurt so much when I was

his mistress.

“You have lost some weight; your breasts are smaller now.”

He flipped us over and had me

under him. He pulled his hand out and caressed my face, “Don‘t worry, I won‘t have sex with you today,

I just want to kiss you.”

He lowered his head down and kissed me, he traced the shape of my lips with his tongue.

He was so into the kiss that made me feel like he really loves me, but

that‘s not true. He wouldn‘t make me suffer from pain if he loves me.

So, Lance Mason didn‘t love me and I didn‘t love him too.

After he was done kissing me, he rubbed my nose with his and smiled at me, “You look so pretty.”

“I want to sleep now.”

I reached out my hand to push him away from me but he suddenly put all his weight on me. He is very

heavy.