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 p 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 toe 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?


    Didn‘t he know that all the memories back then are all bad memories. It will just make me remember


    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.”


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    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.