Chapter 50 Moving In With Lucas

Chapter 50 Moving In With Lucas
I soon shifted in with Lucas. It wasn’t a hard decision to make, but the whole situation seemed sketchy to me.

I can’t just trust Lucas after all that he did to me. He broke my trust over and over again, and I still trusted him despite that.

It’s not that I’m scared of him breaking my trust, at this point, if he does, I won’t be surprised. I’ve become used to it. But it still doesn’t feel good to be made a fool of, especially when it’s not him joking at my expense, but I’m the one deceiving myself.

As the saying goes:

Fool me once, shame on you.
Fool me twice, shame on me.

It’s a war within me, one I’m scared to lose. I just hope I’m not making the wrong decision because the consequences could turn me bitter.

I hope he doesn’t hurt me again. I was scared of being hurt initially; now I’m just tired of it.

Nonetheless, I still shifted.

We settled in his house. I was given a room next to Lucas’s, and he also prepared a separate room for Tim.

Tim, still a child, was quite disturbed by the whole moving process. He was rather fond of Noah and didn’t like Lucas.

Right now, it’s time for dinner, and I’m trying to persuade Tim to come down.

"Why don’t you want to come down, Tim?" I ask, sighing. I’ve been trying to convince him, but he is stubborn.

"I wanna go back… to our house, Em," he replies.

I didn’t come here because I wanted to either. If I stay, he’ll help manage the business—and there’s no one better than him to do that. If I don’t stay, he will back off. He won’t pester me, but I doubt he’ll manage it for me without anything in return.

He wouldn’t make a deal that earns him nothing, and if he did, then it wouldn’t be Lucas.

After a few more minutes of persuasion, Tim finally jumps down from the chair. He wears his slippers, and I take him with me to the dining room.

I don’t spot his parents there.

He sees me looking at the empty seats and gestures for me to sit beside him.

"My parents aren’t here often," he replies, sensing my confusion.

I sit down, and the food is served. The aroma of continental dishes fills the air.

I eat only a moderate amount. These days, food makes me nauseous.

"Don’t you like the food?" Lucas asks, seeing how little I put on my plate.

"I do. It’s just… to avoid nausea. Maybe if I eat less…" I state.

He shakes his head, disagreeing.

"That’s not how it works. We haven’t taken any appointments for regular checkups yet, but we’ll do that soon. Eat until you’re full," he advises.

I don’t argue and take a few more bites.

After eating, I hear a clatter. I look beside me to see Tim throwing his spoon onto the plate rudely.

"Can I leave now?" he asks.

Lucas also notices Tim’s rude behavior.

"Tim, that’s no way to behave. Finish what’s on your plate," I state sternly.

He makes a face and scurries away. I’m about to go after him, but Lucas stops me.

"Give him some time, Emma. He’s just a kid," he advises. His composure seems calm, though I expected him to be angry, since he mentioned before that he isn’t fond of children.

"He’ll be fine. Don’t stress too much," he assures, gently squeezing my hand.

We continue our dinner in silence before I decide to ask about his parents.

"If you don’t mind me asking… is there a problem with your parents?" I ask abruptly.

He raises a brow.

"Curious?" he smirks.

"No… I just… it reminded me of Noah and how he had problems with his parents," I explain. He stares at me directly, making me a bit nervous. His deep brown eyes seem to pierce right through me.

"My parents are simply annoying. It’s not the same as his," he replies.

Well… he doesn’t have a good relationship with his parents either.

"But they’re still your parents," I point out.

"If they were here, they’d try to control every decision I make, which I hate. I make my own decisions, and I don’t like people interfering," he remarks, a bit rudely. Though I feel it isn’t directed at me.

"How bad can it be?" I ask.

"They want me to marry a dumb blonde bimbo because it’s good for the business. I worked hard for all this, Emma. I did it by myself. My parents had no hand in it. Besides, the last thing my company needs is a rich woman with daddy’s money to help it. I’m egoistic, Emma, and my ego won’t allow that." he completes.

"So you don’t want to marry that girl because your ego won’t allow it?" I ask.

"That’s all you picked up?" he asks, anger flaring.