It was as if I could leave my warmth on his body this way, even though he never hugged me back.
“I thought you left, Lucas
He stepped back, subtly pushing me away.
I just went to water the flowers
I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
“What do you want for dinner? Il cook…”
“Stop pretending. You don’t even let me go out
He cut me off, picked up a book from the dining table, and went upstairs.
I didn’t let Lucas go out because I was afraid he might be targeted by remnants of the drug organization he had infiltrated.
But the more I did this,
the more he became like a white dove trapped in a cage.
The more he hated me.
I went to the hospital for a full body check–up.
The headaches had been getting worse these past few days. I used to dislike going to hospitals, but after what happened to Lucas, I became particularly careful about my health.
was afraid that if I died, there would be no one to take care of him.
He would have to endure the torment of hell alone. At least with me here, I could stay in hell with him.
Lucas was living in hell.
When diagnosing Lucas after he developed delusional disorder, his psychologist told me:
The reason he keeps pushing me away is that deep down, he feals that he, addicted to drugs, la no longer worthy of me,
The drug lord made him test the goods, made him use, and he had no choice but to comply.
A police officer, addicted to druge.
This was Lucas’s hell,
I couldn’t pull him out, but I could accompany
y him in it.
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It would take a while for the test results to come back. On my way home, besides buying groceries, I also bought a bouquet of baby’s breath
During his undercover period, Lucas often sent me flowers.
He couldn’t send them to my real address, so he sent them to our secret base.
Lucas’s handwriting wasn’t good, but he persistently wrote little cards for the flowers.
On them were brief love messages.
“If only my writing was better, I’d write you poems about the moon.
“I watched the sunset today. It wasn’t even a thousandth as beautiful without you here.”
“The wind by the lake whispered to me that I miss you”
“Emily, honestly, I miss you so much,”
I could imagine the scene: him in the damp, squalid place under the drug organization,
Tilting his head, leaning against the windowsill, writing these sappy words.
Then smiling at his own words, tucking them into the lush flowers.
For some reason, things weren’t peaceful even at home these days.
Several luxury cars were parked outside our building.
Holding the baby’s breath, my heart sank when I saw our door open.
I kept telling myself to take deep breaths, but a sudden, dull pain in my head made me grip the doorframe tightly.
Two or three men in black clothes and sunglasses stood at the door.
A woman sat on our sofa.
“Chloe,
, even if your family is rich and powerful, breaking into someone’s home is still illegal.
I slowly put the baby’s breath by the entrance and spoke to the woman sitting on the sofa.
She tilted her head and smiled leisurely.
I meant she had broken into my home, she meant I had kept Lucas confined at home, restricting his freedom.
Chloe, daughter of the richest businessman in River City, Lucas’s childhood friend, and also my… rival In love.
She also loved Lucas.
Ym taking Lucas away?
She raised her chin, blowing on her perfectly manicured nails
“Hot possible”
