The Contract Lover (Nina Morrison and Lucien Gray)

Chapter 200 My Heart Hurts

Lucien is going crazy with jealousy! He will punish this wanton woman severely!

Nina looks at Lucien's action coldly and pulls out a sarcastic smile from the corner of her mouth.

It is so funny that she trusts the commitment of this man, believes he really loves her, and thinks he is

really willing to give up the family background of Jasmine and marry her.

Lucien is very angry. Suddenly he notices the ironic smile of Nina. His anger is even worse. He twists

her chin, and a pair of sharp eyes look straight into her eyes, "Nina, are you laughing at me?"

"Yes." Nina's answer is very decisive and straightforward, and the disdain in her eyes is so clear.

The heart of Lucien suddenly becomes cold.

Until now, he has to admit that he has never known Nina.

Her stubbornness, her playfulness, her occasional childishness, her independence and reason are just

her superficial characters. He doesn't know at all what she thinks in the depth of her heart.

She probably never loves him.

In this relationship, he keeps chasing her, testing her, tangling with her and obsessed with her. Until

today, he finally feels a little tired.

The air-conditioning temperature here is not low, but Lucien feels very cold as if the coldness is

seeping into the bone slowly, and the air is as bleak as winter.

Lucien stands up from Nina in silence, gets dressed dumbly and buttons up.

His voice is thin and cold, "Nina, from today on, you don't have to lie to me, hide from me, be afraid of Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

me and satirize me. This is the end of our relationship. It doesn't matter to me who you like or dislike."

In the dim room, his voice seems to be a sigh, which ripples out a circle of messy waves in the light.

He is very tall , and his pace of departure is so calm.

Nina sits up on the bed, pulls the bathrobe scattered around the bed and tightly wraps herself up, like a

baby wrapped in swaddling clothes. Her face clings to the rough suede of the bathrobe, and her tears

fall down.

Lucien finally won't pester her anymore. Isn't that what she has been looking forward to? From then on,

she is no longer a shameful mistress. When facing Jasmine, she doesn't have to be guilty and nervous

any more. She can live a sporting life. Isn't that what she likes and she wants?

But, why does the heart ache so much...