He Delayed Our Wedding 9 Times, I Won’t Wait for the 10th Chapter 02 (Continue)
Lucas transferred a hundred grand to my account—his go-to method of apology.
Just like all those years ago, when he’d been drugged and took me by force—back when I was still in high school. After that, he paid my way through the military academy.
Back then, I’d cried my eyes out, snot and tears everywhere, insisting I wasn’t some cheap prostitute.
He’d held me in his arms, whispering comforts over and over.
“Sweet Elena, of course you aren’t. I’ve liked you for a long time. Once you graduate from the academy, I’ll marry you.”
Later, he’d kept that promise—
but it never stopped him from keeping me at home while fooling around with others outside.
A few minutes later, with no reply from me, Lucas texted again: “Where are you? Why aren’t you home?”
My head felt dizzy, so I didn’t respond.
A while later, I checked out and hailed a cab home.
But when the door opened, it wasn’t Lucas who answered.
Chloe was wrapped in my bathrobe, her eyes sharp with hostility—
until footsteps approached, and she quickly switched to a pitiful look.
“Elena… I didn’t mean to barge in like this,” she stammered, putting on a pitiful face. “I got caught in the rain. Lucas was just… letting me clean up.”
Could a shower leave her covered in hickeys?
Noticing my gaze, Chloe deliberately let the robe gape open a little more, revealing even more of those marks, a smug smile playing on her lips.
Before I could speak, Lucas stepped directly in front of her, like a protector.
His expression turned serious: “I brought her here. Blame me if you must—”
“Move. I’m here to get my things.”
I cut him off, brushing past the two of them and into the house without so much as a glance in his direction.
Lucas froze, his face darkening.
He let go of Chloe and followed me inside.
Staring at me as I packed my luggage, his voice turned icy: “You come home just to throw a fit? Can’t you let me rest for a minute?”
He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a sharp drag.
Looking up, he saw I was still packing.
Gritting his teeth, he muttered a curse under his breath.
“Fine, I’ll send Chloe away right now! You’re still pregnant—why are you making such a fuss?”
My hands paused, and I suddenly laughed.
He didn’t even know how far along I was, yet he pretended to care about the baby.
Seeing the strange smile on my lips, Lucas suddenly felt something was off about me.
Before he could figure it out, Chloe suddenly rushed over and dropped to her knees in front of me.
“Elena, don’t fight with Lucas. It’s all my fault. If you need to vent, hit me.”
As she spoke, she grabbed my hand and tried to slap herself with it.
Lucas snapped, pulling Chloe up roughly.
“That’s enough! If she wants to leave, let her go. We’ll see who regrets it later!”
He then looked at Chloe’s legs with concern.
“Did you scrape your knees? Let me put some medicine on them.”
Chloe blushed and shook her head, her voice sweet: “It’s not from just now. It’s from earlier… on the bed.”
Panic flashed in Lucas’s eyes, and he glanced at me instinctively.
But I remained calm, showing no emotion.
Chloe let out a gasp, yanking her hand away in feigned pain: “Lucas, you’re hurting me.”
But he paid her no mind. Instead, he was after me, following me out the door.