After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 129: A Man Whose Heart Is Taken, She Doesn’t Want

Chapter 129: Chapter 129: A Man Whose Heart Is Taken, She Doesn’t Want

That night.

Eliza Sutton lay in bed, tossing and turning.

The scene of Shane Lockwood pulling her into his arms and kissing her played over and over in her mind.

Other than the bastard who’d forced himself on her and taken her innocence five years ago, Shane Lockwood was the only man who had ever been that intimate with her.

Eliza Sutton tossed and turned until the sky began to lighten with the dawn, and she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Eliza Sutton woke up late.

When she opened her eyes and saw the clock on the wall showing eight o’clock, she shot up in bed.

’Crap, I have to work today.’

Eliza Sutton bolted out of bed.

She washed up, changed her clothes, and prepared to rush to the office.

But as soon as she got downstairs, she saw Shane Lockwood and Mrs. Lockwood sitting in the living room.

Shane Lockwood glanced up at Eliza Sutton. "Slow down. What’s the rush?"

Eliza Sutton said, "...I’m going to be late for work."

"I called in and got you two hours off."

Hearing that, Eliza Sutton calmed down.

Although her job at the Lockwood Design Department was nothing special to her, it was still her job, and she had to be professional until she resigned.

Especially with Brenda Preston, who was clearly waiting to catch her slipping up.

Brenda Preston’s schemes were trivial, but they were as annoying as a buzzing fly.

Mrs. Lockwood said, "Well then, let’s eat."

Eliza Sutton was a little surprised.

The Lockwood family usually had breakfast quite early, yet they still hadn’t eaten.

’Were they waiting for me?’

A servant quickly brought out breakfast.

The group went to the dining room.

During the meal, Mrs. Lockwood suddenly said, "Eliza, you should be more careful in the future. Shane is a man, after all, and he has to go to work every day. It’s not good to have marks on his face; people will laugh."

Eliza Sutton was stunned for a moment.

But when she saw the mark on Shane Lockwood’s face and heard Mrs. Lockwood’s tactful tone, she slowly realized that Mrs. Lockwood had probably misunderstood.

She thought the mark on Shane Lockwood’s face was from them being intimate.

’This is a huge misunderstanding.’

"Mom, no, you’ve misunderstood. We..."

"I know." Mrs. Lockwood took Eliza Sutton’s hand. "Don’t worry, Mom isn’t some old-fashioned prude. I won’t meddle in what you and Shane do in the bedroom, but as someone with experience, I’m just reminding you to be a little more discreet."

Eliza Sutton wanted to explain, but she opened her mouth and couldn’t get the words out. She couldn’t very well say it was because Shane Lockwood had forcibly kissed her last night, and she’d slapped him in a fit of anger.

How would that explanation be any better than saying nothing at all?

Eliza Sutton sat through the rest of breakfast as if on pins and needles.

After they finished, Eliza Sutton looked at Shane Lockwood. "Mr. Lockwood, shall we go together?"

Shane Lockwood glanced at Eliza Sutton and didn’t refuse.

Fifteen minutes later, inside the Bugatti Veyron.

Shane Lockwood had just settled in when something was slapped down in front of him.

It was a household registration book.

Before he could speak, Eliza Sutton said, "Since we have time today, let’s go get our divorce certificate."

The expression on Shane Lockwood’s face slowly faded. "Eliza Sutton, what do you mean by this?"

Eliza Sutton glanced at Shane Lockwood, as though she didn’t understand why he was asking. Still, she said, "Isn’t this what we agreed on?"

’Yes.’

’We agreed on it.’

’But—’

"Eliza Sutton, from the very beginning, that was an agreement you made with yourself."

Eliza Sutton was dumbfounded. "What do you mean? You don’t want to get a divorce anymore?"

"The household registration book is with the Old Master. Why don’t you go get it from him?"

Eliza Sutton frowned. "Shane Lockwood, that’s a terrible excuse."

"Done with the pretense of calling me ’Mr. Lockwood’?"

Eliza Sutton took a deep breath and looked at Shane Lockwood. "Acting like this will give me the wrong idea—that you don’t want a divorce. That’s fine, really. But you’d better make sure Emmett’s birth mother won’t mind, and that she won’t come crying to me. Otherwise, I can’t guarantee the slap you got yesterday won’t land on her face instead. Because there’s one saying I can’t stand: ’In love, the one who isn’t loved is the mistress.’"

’The one who isn’t loved is the mistress?’

In the end, it was just a fig leaf used by shameless people who betrayed their marriages to cover up their actions.

Just like Harrison Sutton and Mae Sheffield.

Anger appeared on Mr. Lockwood’s face. "Eliza Sutton, you’ve got some nerve. Are you threatening me?"

"Just threatening you is having ’some nerve’? What would you do if I actually did it?" Eliza Sutton’s tone shifted. "If you want to make sure I don’t have the right or the opportunity, it’s very simple: let me become your ex-wife. A good ex is supposed to be as good as dead. I understand that principle."

After saying her piece, Eliza Sutton called out to Erik Irvine, "Stop the car. I’m getting out."

Erik Irvine glanced at Shane Lockwood in the rearview mirror. Seeing that he didn’t say anything, he slowly brought the car to a stop.

Eliza Sutton pushed open the car door and left without a backward glance.

Shane Lockwood watched Eliza Sutton’s retreating figure through the car window and suddenly asked, "Secretary Irvine, is Eliza Sutton serious about wanting a divorce?"

"Yes."

"Why?" Shane Lockwood was puzzled. "Has the position of Madam Lockwood lost its appeal?"

Erik Irvine shook his head and said earnestly, "I don’t know either. If the Mistress is really *her*, then we can’t judge her by the standards of an ordinary girl."

Shane Lockwood frowned. Just as he was about to say more, his phone rang.

Shane Lockwood picked up his phone. The name flashing on the screen was Vivian Forrest.

Shane Lockwood paused for a moment before answering the call.

A voice as gentle as water came through the phone.

"Shane, have you watched my recent match?"

"No."

"I knew it. You never keep your promises to me. But it’s fine, I’m a forgiving person, so I won’t hold it against you. Let me tell you about my brilliant performance in the match."

Vivian Forrest was a great storyteller. She described a single Go match with such flair that it sounded full of thrilling twists and turns.

Shane Lockwood listened, but his gaze remained fixed on a certain figure in the distance.

"Shane? Shane, are you listening?"

"Yes, I’m listening."

"Then tell me, how many moves ahead of my opponent was I just now?"

Shane Lockwood didn’t answer.

He couldn’t.

"Oh, you. You must be busy with work. Such a workaholic. Once you start working, you forget everything else." Vivian Forrest complained for a bit, then said, "Shane, I’m coming back to the country next month. Will you come pick me up?"

"Okay."

...

Woody and Eliza Sutton were squatting by the roadside, eating ice cream.

Woody asked, "Boss, are you really going to divorce Shane Lockwood?"

"Mhm. I’m not interested in a man whose heart already belongs to someone else."

Woody replied, "Can you bear to? I mean, come on, a face like Shane Lockwood’s is a rare sight."

Eliza Sutton scoffed. "What’s a handsome face?"

’Shane Lockwood’s body is the truly incredible part.’

Suddenly, the memory of that day floated into her mind: Shane Lockwood, maneuvering his wheelchair to stop in front of her, looking at her and saying, "I’m back."

Eliza Sutton couldn’t lie to herself.

In that moment, her heart had been pounding wildly.