My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

Chapter 142

My Love My Hatred Chapter 142

“If you think I will lie to you, you can get your own blood and hair to be tested with Lexi‘s.”

To be honest, I would be lying if | said I have no feelings at all for that little girl, I have no pictures of

myself when! was the same age as her so I had no idea if she looks like me or not.

But she does look like me if I look closer. The timing was right too and she looks like Lance Mason. I

have seen Lexi‘s medical record and there was her birth date and her blood type is RH blood, just like

me and Lance. I couldn‘t deny straightaway that she isn‘t mine.

But the reason why I wanted to do a blood test was because I wanted evidence. An evidence that could

force

me to face my reality, to slap me awake.

I haven‘t logged in to my Facebook after all of the things that happened

with Lance Mason.

I inserted my password and called Javier. Javier picked up and I was relieved to his voice knowing that

he was safe. I quickly hung up without

speaking any words to him because I was afraid that I would cry like a baby if I did.

Thanded the phone to Lance and he asked me, “Why didn‘t you speak?”

“I heard his voice and I know he is safe, that‘s enough.” I answered.

“That‘s enough?” he asked, seeming like he couldn‘t believe what I just said.

“Why? Do you want me to tell him that I am miserable here and ask him to come take me away from

here?” I said

sarcastically

Lance knitted his eyebrows together and put his phone back to his pocket.

I walked to the front door and the guards were quick to block my way. Lance Mason was afraid that I

would run away so he had guards at every door in this mansion.

“Let me out, Lance Mason, I want to get some fresh air. I won‘t run away.”

I pushed open the door of his study room and saw that he was holding a pencil. He was so focused on

the paper in his hand.

I walked closer and saw that he was drawing a little girl whose age was around 5 or 6 years old. His

drawing is bad but I knew it was me.

He heard what I said just now but he didn‘t give any response. Maybe he just wanted me to see what

he was drawing. He thought I would be touched by him drawing a younger me?

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how he treated me back then.

“I am talking to you, Lance Mason.”

He didn‘t answer me, he just kept drawing. The little girl was wearing a yellow dress and looked just

like a little princess.

I walked towards him and said, “Princess dress?”

Lance nodded slowly.

“I have never worn a dress before.” I said sarcastically.

Lance stopped his action for a few seconds and started to draw again, “I‘m not drawing you; I am

drawing my

My face turned red in a matter of seconds. Luckily, he wasn‘t looking at me otherwise he would have

embarrassed me, again.

“Let your guard move so that I can go out for a bit, I won‘t run away.”

Lance didn‘t answer, did he mean that I couldn‘t even go out of the front door?”

Just when I was about to throw a fit, he spoke, “I don‘t know how to draw shoes, help me draw one.”

Looking at his drawing I knew that he just started to draw not long ago. It was a good drawing if the

person who

looks at it doesn‘t know anything about drawing. But for me, someone who knows art, this is a bad

drawing. He asked me to help him draw shoes but I wanted to help him modify the whole.

“I will let you out after you finish

this.”

He stood up and let me sit down.