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His face darkened.
Lucille:….
She certainly hadn’t forgotten.
“I never realized you could lie so brazenly.”
He yanked the pillow from her arms and threw it onto the bed.
“Cedrick, what madness is this?”
His recent outbursts were becoming far too frequent.
“I just want to know–how did you know I have a problem?”
His hands clamped down on her shoulders.
Lucille stared at him blankly, “Could it be that you really have a problem?”
Cedrick: …
“Speak properly! Use your brain!”
He was a bit angry.
Lucille slapped his hand away, “Let me tell you, people care more about what others say when they lack something. For example, if someone beautiful gets called ugly, she won’t care because it’s a fact. Or take me–if anyone said my feet were bad, I’d get mad because they truly weren’t good.”
“So? Wh
are you hinting at with all this?”
Lucille rolled her eyes, “So, are you this angry because you’re really not capable? If you were, you wouldn’t care what
I said.”
“You…” He was so furious he nearly lost it, “Fine, fine, you’re shockingly sharp–tongued now. I’ve known you twelve years and you’ve never been this clever! Who taught you?”
Lucille just snorted, “There’s plenty you don’t know.”
“Is that so? What else?” His eyes darkened, “Like your little fling with that dancer?”
“Cedrick! Show some respect!” He was a scumbag himself; did he think everyone was like him?
“Me show respect? Mrs. Maynard? Have you ever respected your husband? Or your benefactor?”
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He picked her up by the waist, “You spend my money learning sharp talk from shady people, then come back to argue with your husband. Are you worthy?”
“Shady? You’re the shady one! Don’t assume everyone else is!” Lucille retorted angrily.
Cedrick strode to the bed and tumbled onto it with her, “You really don’t know your place!”
“Let go of me! I don’t want to grab your hair or bite your shoulder again!”
“Try biting! Try grabbing!” He made as if to tear her pajamas, “Since you’re spending my cash and enjoying Mrs. Maynard’s perks, even if you bite my neck off today, I’ll make you pay your dues!”
So, this was what he meant by Mrs. Maynard’s duty…
Lucille felt too tired to talk and fought back physically. But no matter how hard she bit his shoulder, he held on, growling, “Bite! Dare to rip this flesh off! Didn’t you say I’m not capable? You haven’t proven it; how do you know?”
Lucille got tired of biting and let go. She spotted the vase on the nightstand, grabbed it, “Let go! Or I’ll smash your head!”
Blood smeared her lips from biting him, mixed with her fierce glare, giving a vampire–like chill.
Cedrick watched her, his eyes endlessly dark, “Do you hate me this much?”
That vase smash could mean cuts and blood at best, or a lifetime bedridden at worst.
Lucille knew he gave up.
Tiredly, she released it, and the vase dropped onto the bed.
Hate? She had hated.
Once she loved as fiercely as she hated.
But now, she just felt exhausted.
“Cedrick, I’m really tired. Let me have a few easy days.”
Cedrick ended up leaving after all.
It wasn’t that he left on his own; Maricela called.
When he left, he had calmed down and explained to her, “Maricela ‘s place, she’s moving out. I’m going to help her.”
Lucille nodded. “Okay, go ahead.”
“Really don’t mind?”
He actually wasn’t reassured.
Lucille shook her head.
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