Leanna-Chapter 234: [Enough] [I Know]

[Emery’s POV]

[Enough]

I glanced at myself once again on the full-length mirror, and my body burned crimson.

Lance forgot to give me a bra and panty!

I could not exactly ransack Leanna’s closet for underwear, could I?

Though I knew her underwear would fit perfectly on me since her t-shirt and pajama fit nicely on my body, and I knew our cup size was not that far off, I could not exactly wear them as those were personal things.

Very personal things.

I looked at myself yet again.

The t-shirt was the right size, but without a bra, my nipples were notable, and the thin fabric of my pajama did not help much in hiding my lower parts.

I decided to put on the robe to hid what should be hidden.

When I was sure nothing ’immoral’ was peeking out, I quietly went out of the room with my Dolce and Gabbana handbag. Lance was sitting on the sofa in the living room in silence, and when our eyes met, he stood and crossed the distance between us.

My heart quickened.

"Here."

He handed me my complete set of clothes, dried and cleaned.

"T-thank you . . . ," I said and grabbed my garments covered in plastic. He must have asked the cleaning department to dry-clean and steamed my clothes in a hurry.

. . .

. . . 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"Aren’t you going to call someone to fetch you?" he said, raising a brow.

"Eh?"

"Don’t ’eh’ me! You don’t actually plan on staying here, do you?"

I averted my gaze as I remained silent and still.

*sigh . . .

Tears welled in my eyes yet again upon hearing the annoyance in his sigh. I was feeling miserable and vulnerable at his every rejection.

I lowered my head so he would not see my face, and he clicked his tongue when a tear dropped on the floor.

"Damn it, woman! How much more do you plan to keep on hurting yourself?!"

He held me by the arm while his other hand raised my chin so I could meet the anger in his eyes, and my tears fell beyond my control.

"Stop it! Stop it! Don’t do this! Just get over me!"

I shook my head and sob like a child.

"Stop lowering yourself to the likes of me! I’m already in a relationship, and I don’t want to cheat!"

"But she cheats on you!"

. . .

. . .

It was too late to take back those words. Because of the overwhelming emotions which took over my rationality, I blurted out the words I did not want to say to him.

"What?"

Lance snapped and grabbed my shoulders. His fingers were digging into my flesh. But I did not feel the pain as my senses were going haywire.

". . ."

I remained tight lip and shifted my gaze.

"What did you say?!"

His anger was radiating from him as he shook my shoulders, edging me for a response.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips before I meet his gaze as determination shot through my veins.

It is too late to take it back, might as well tell him the truth.

I seized my bag on the ground. I did not know it fell from my grasp. It must have fallen when Lance shook my shoulders, and I lost my strength. I snatched my phone and dropped my bag on the ground again, did not care if I damaged the thousands of dollars good.

I extended the phone to him, urging him to take it and have a look.

A look at that cheating bitch.

Lance did not take it as he stared at me with dead eyes for a minute before he took my phone.

. . .

. . .

His eyes darkened at the sight, and . . .

There was nothing.

Completely blank.

Even his expression was blank.

"You asked him to do this, didn’t you?"

. . .

. . .

What?

"What?"

My eyes rounded when his face warped in rage, looking at me like he would hit me, and I backed away.

"You ask him to do this so you can have us break up! Right?!"

He yelled, and my heart stopped.

"I-I . . . I did not . . ."

I forced the words passed the lump in my throat as the pain numb me. Pain that could not be healed physically and emotionally.

"Get out . . ."

The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat, suffocating me as I stared at him, pleading to hear me out.

"Get out!"

He roared, and my feet went for the door. I sprinted like my life depended on it. The cold wind and the gushing rain was biting against my skin when I bolted out from the lobby into the sidewalk.

I did not dare stop even I was soaking wet and shaking. My face was wet with tears mixed with rain. My hairs a mess. Leanna’s clothes were soaking wet, and I was literally on my feet. My shoes, the dry clothes, and my bag together with my phone and other things were forgotten in Lance’s unit.

Even so, I did not dare go back to that place.

I did not want to see him like that ever again. I did not want to see him so angry at me.

More importantly, I did not want to hurt myself any longer.

Enough is enough!

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[Emery’s POV]

[I Know]

I stopped when my lungs screamed for air.

I did not know if it was the rain or the wind or my sobbing or the mixture of everything –– I was numb and weak. My vision was a blur from the fog, or was it the tears?

I did not care.

I hugged myself, feeling all alone and abandoned in the rain, unsure of what to do. I walked a few steps, and it was when I noticed a hazy light coming my way –– fast.

Bbeeeepppp!!

I froze, and the cold hard metal plate of the car was a hair length from taking my life if not that I was yanked back and hit something hard while my waist felt tight.

"What the hell are you doing?! Do you wanna’ die?!"

I did not know if it was from the shock of my almost life and death accident or because Lance was now hugging me from behind.

"Em, are you alright? You’re trembling."

I did not pay much attention to what was going on. All I took in was the worry in his voice. And when he turned me to face him, the concern on his face shocked me in a trance.

"Em? Em? Are you okay?" Lance asked as he shook my shoulders slightly.

Instead of answering, my tears fell all over again.

"I-I . . . d-did not . . . I-I . . . s-swear . . . I d-did not . . . ," I said despite the shivering of my mouth.

"Shhh . . . I’m so sorry . . . I shouldn’t have lashed out to you like that. I was in the wrong . . . I’m sorry . . ."

Lance beseeched, which baffled me. Just hearing him apologized with an expression so soft, all the pain and grievances vanished like smoke.

"Come . . . Let’s get out of the rain first."

I blinked when he went on one knee, his back facing me while his hands extended on his side like he wanted me to piggyback ride him. I hopped on his back straightaway before he changed his mind.

"Alright, hold on tight and hold the umbrella while you’re at it."

It was only then that I noticed he brought an umbrella with him. My arms circled his neck while holding the parasol. He, on the other hand, made sure to keep my legs on both sides of his waist.

Like that, he walked back to his unit with me on his back.

". . ."

". . ."

"Em, I’m sorry . . . ," he said after a long silence, breaking the stillness.

I shook my head and pressed my cheek against the warmth of his back.

"I-I . . . t-thought that . . . y-you are angry at me . . . ," I confessed as I choked back the tears.

"I was angry . . . ," he said, "but not at you. I’m angry at myself for being an idiot."

He paused, then continued in a tone turning low. "Actually, I knew something was off these past few days about her, but I keep holding on. She was so much like my sister."

He huffed a dry laugh. "But clearly not. My sister would never cheat," he said and grumbled, "though I wish she would with that demon."

He shook his head and added with a mocking aggrieved tone. "I never thought she would cheat on me . . . and I kind of . . . blow it . . . and it so happens that you were there and I vented my anger on you . . ."

"I’m so sorry . . . I wasn’t thinking straight," he said with a voice so sincere my heart felt so big in my chest.

". . ."

". . ."

I did not say anything as he walked in silence. He was seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

In the end, it was me who couldn’t stand the heavy silence. "T-then . . . you chase me because you wanted to say you are sorry?"

Lance hesitated for a moment. He then sighed before answering, "Actually, the big part of why I chased after you was because . . . Well, my conscience couldn’t leave you like this all alone with nothing on but a shirt, pajama, and a robe. Not to mention that you’re . . . that you . . . you had nothing . . ."

He trailed off before he heaved a sigh. "Well . . . you get it." His ears reddened, and I giggled as I hugged him tight, pressing my cheek against his warm back.

"I love you . . . ," I whispered.

"Mmm . . ."

"I love you . . ."

"I know . . ."

I closed my eyes, a satisfied smile on my lips.