Chapter 651 Why Do You Hate Me

"Let's go back."

Lucille came to her senses and reached out to help Lawrence, but he sub-consciously withdrew his hand. A trace of disgust flashed through his eyes, but soon disappeared, so fast that she almost thought it was her illusion.

"It's okay. I'm fine. Lucille, please help me with something."

"Okay." Lucille held the packages in her hand, but her enthusiasm had gradually cooled down. After getting along with Lawrence for three years, she had a deep understanding of him. Now he seemed to be no different from before, but under these tenderness, there was a huge alienation.

"How is your family now?" All of a sudden, Lawrence turned to look at her and asked, "What can I do for you?"

"No... No, I'll handle it," lowering her head, Lucille said softly. She didn't tell them what had happened at home, and there was no need to say it again. She didn't even want to face it herself. Why should she let more people know her embarrassment?

Lawrence didn't ask more about it.

When they arrived at Yan family, Lucille stopped at the door and said softly, "Lawrence, I'll come t

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s soft as possible. "Lucille, we will get married soon. From today on, shall we formally be together?"

No matter how restless she was now, she understood the meaning of Lawrence.

Lucille reached out to turn on the light, and the yellow in the room diluted the flirtatious atmosphere between the two. She looked up at Lawrence, and a smile appeared on her pale face. She said softly, "I want you to marry me in a healthy condition. Take care of yourself first."

Lawrence took a look at her, with a complicated look in his eyes. Finally, he smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Good night."

After the door was closed, Lucille stood there for a long time, motionless.

The second morning, as soon as the car drove out of the villa, Harold saw Lucille waiting for him at the gate.

He chuckled, "Not too stupid."

Lucille walked to his window and looked at him quietly. Harold rolled down the window and frowned at the gaunt Lucille. "Shouldn't you stay with your beloved now? You look so tired. Is it because absence makes the heart grow fonder? Did you work all night last night? "