Love Me Or I Die

CHAPTER 22

She closed the sketchbook and looked at the huge wedding picture on the wall. She did not know why, but she felt uneasiness in her heart she could not put her finger on.

It was as if all she had now was not real and did not belong to her.

She patted her face softly, a masculine scent still lingering between her lips. He had said that they needed time. Then, she would give him time. No matter how much time he needed, she was willing to wait.

No matter how long.

She pressed her sketchbook to her chest. It’s just that… she placed a hand on her stomach and rubbed gently. Between the light touches of her fingers, her heart ached slightly.

She really wished to bear a child that resembled him, but it seemed impossible in this life, maybe it will be in the next?

There was an immense sorrow on her face, but she raised her lips into a smile with a lot of effort. It was alright, as long as she had him… as long as he did not dislike her.

Would he?

She was not sure.

She stood up and kept her sketchbook carefully. It was her treasure. If she lost it, she would be very distressed.

At the same time, in the office of the CEO of the Daniel's Group, Justin would raise his head to look at Daniel from time to time. It was as if there was a morning glory blooming on his head at that time.

Daniel threw the ink pen in his hand. “What are you looking at? Was your brain caught between the doors?” His voice was still cold and hard, but Justin just placed his hands under his chin in thought. He then reached his hand out, intending to touch Daniel’s forehead but his body moved backward and dodged his hand.

Justin let out a laugh and pulled back his hand awkwardly, putting it on his own forehead instead. It was not hot. The problem lay with him.

“Cousin, I realized you’re acting abnormally.” His words made Daniel give him a cold stare, icy and cold. He smiled in a way that made Daniel feel like punching him and said, “It’s true, cousin. You didn’t realize, but you actually dazed off. You even smiled! Even though it was just the edge of your lips that lifted, but I saw everything clearly.” He pointed at his eyes, in case Daniel did not believe him.

“Both my eyes saw that.”

“Justin, is your workload too light?” Daniel crossed his arms across his chest. In this world, only this i***t Justin dared to provoke and make fun of him.

“Don’t think that I can’t do anything to you just because you call me ‘brother’!” His threat made Justin shiver uncontrollably.

He pouted and raised both his hands in surrender.

“Brother, my dear brother. I was wrong. I won’t say that again.” It was better for him to act a little smarter. His elder cousin’s heart was made of stone, and when it was hard, he was heartless even towards his own relatives. He would not even take into account the blood relation he had with his younger cousin.

“Oh.” Justin suddenly thought of some serious business. “Cousin, there’s an auction taking place tonight. Are you going? I heard there are some exceptional items tonight that you might like.”

Daniel put down the pen in his hand, something indescribable flashing across his face briefly. An auction?

Justin shuddered involuntarily. It was the sense of unpredictability again. His cousin must be plotting something to deal with someone again.

He picked up the phone and quickly dialed a number.

“Secretary Maya, help me with something.” He spun his office chair, his slightly-raised lower jaw etched with hard and cold lines.

There was not a single soft spot on this man, including his hair—which was stuck stiffly above his ears. Even though it was not gentle enough, it did not affect his aura either. Instead, it gave him an additional air of unspeakable wildness.

He put his hand between his lips unconsciously and rubbed them lightly in an unnatural manner. He let out a cold laugh suddenly. Daniel smiled? He had already forgotten what smiling was a long time ago.

Justin rubbed his head in confusion. His cousin was behaving more and more strangely in an increasingly unpredictable manner. Was he becoming delusional by himself?

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In the two-story villa of the James family, Helen closed the door, an enormous gift box in her hands. She stared at it strangely. She was really curious what such a huge box contained.

“Oops!” She hit her head in embarrassment. A mere servant like her should not be poking her nose into her master’s business. That was the first lesson she learned at the housekeeping agency, and she would never forget it.

Knock, knock. There were a few clear knocks from the door. Lucia lifted her head, the sketchbook still in her hands. She stood up and walked towards the door, wondering if there was a guest in the house at this time.

“Madam, Mister sent this over.” Helen held the gift box out, and Lucia took it, with her pale eyebrows furrowing.

“Thank you, Helen.” Lucia smiled slightly, hugging the box with one hand and closing the door with the other. Helen’s eyes were filled with disappointment. It was such a pity that she did not get to see what it was.

She wiped her hands on her clothes. Time to start working. A maid should be doing less talking and more chores.

Lucia placed the box on the bed and reached a hand out to stroke the edges of the box gently. He had sent her such an enormous box. The whole room was filled with the faint scent of bellflowers as if they were trying to convey something.

She untied the ribbon on the box and opened it to reveal a pure white dress. She picked it up, her eyes brightening suddenly. It was so beautiful. The long-laced hem of the dress was not thick; neither did it seem to be too much cloth or too translucent. The streamlined dress was extremely figure-hugging, with small, white luminous pearls sewn around the collar that shimmered and shone with a soft, bright light. Its extremely light fabric also made one extremely fond of it.

Its texture was like that of silk. It would feel very comfortable in contact with the skin.

She rubbed it softly on her face. It was really soft.

A card dropped out from the box.

“I had someone especially prepare this for you. Trust me, tonight, I’ll make you into a princess.” Such an incisive style of writing and brash words without hiding anything could only belong to him. No one else could do it like him.

Daniel, her husband, a man who could disregard anyone.

Tonight, I’ll make you into a princess.

Her face pressed into the clothing in her hands carefully, a drop of tear landing quickly on the dress. She did not want to become any princess actually, because she was no princess.

She just wanted to be his wife, and that was enough for her. If he was willing, she would love him with all she had.

If he was willing.

If he could ever give her a chance.