Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 206: When Will It Be My Turn?

Dane Rivers let out a wild and impatient yell, and Lachlan Wyatt finally understood.

Someone stole from the backyard!

He said to Dane Rivers, "Send me an address, and I’ll head over now."

Dane Rivers felt like he had found a pillar of support, nodding repeatedly in a place Lachlan Wyatt couldn’t see. "Alright, Lachlan Wyatt, you must come. I’m holding them off right now. The guy across from me looks really familiar... This... Ah... Cain?"

Dane Rivers hung up the phone like an idiot, staring blankly at Alaric Cain’s face.

After a moment, Dane Rivers retracted his hand, "Weren’t you abroad? Why, why are you back, haha..."

"Of course I came back when my fiancée ran away with someone else."

Alaric Cain spoke through gritted teeth, a handsome single-lidded guy with a rare touch of ancient flair, and he would look absolutely dashing and untamed in traditional clothing. "Anne Sawyer insisted I come to meet Miss Crawford; she said Miss Crawford just got divorced, and perhaps the two of us should get acquainted."

Miss Crawford laughed awkwardly, "Did you spill all my secrets?"

"Being honest ensures no deceit later on."

Anne Sawyer wagged her finger theatrically at Miss Crawford, "Telling a lie means having to concoct countless lies to cover it up, Miss Crawford~"

The words might hold a deeper meaning.

Miss Crawford turned her head, letting out a low chuckle.

Oh Anne Sawyer, you really see through people’s hearts.

Having told the lie of not loving Lachlan Wyatt, now she’s woven an endless web of lies to hide it.

"I just don’t know how to face him."

After a long silence, Miss Crawford suddenly spoke, "He hurt me, yet saved me; he gave me life, yet wished for my death as well."

The tangled grudge between Miss Crawford and Lachlan Wyatt isn’t something that can be explained in a few words.

"Apart from introducing you to Young Master Cain, I wanted you to see yourself clearly."

Anne Sawyer bent down and looked at Miss Crawford, who was sitting on the bar stool, with a gentle smile, "You might find common ground with Alaric Cain. The moment you see him, you’ll know whether you’ll reach out and embrace new possibilities."

Miss Crawford, haven’t you, you’re not ready to embrace a new beginning, right?

You still yearn for those hysterics, those pains, the shed blood, the received wounds... You miss Lachlan Wyatt.

Miss Crawford remained silent, mimicking Alaric Cain’s motion, waiting for Lachlan Wyatt to arrive. When he did, he saw both Miss Crawford and Alaric Cain holding their chins in thought, seemingly lost in their own worlds, showing no interest in each other.

Lachlan Wyatt was stunned.

He said to Dane Rivers, "You call this a matchmaking event?"

Dane Rivers fiddled with his fingers, "They were shaking hands when I arrived, but now... they seem to not be talking anymore."

Lachlan Wyatt flicked Dane Rivers’ forehead, then strode over to Miss Crawford. First, he greeted Alaric Cain, "Busy man, back in the country?"

"Here to take your wife away?"

Alaric Cain clicked his tongue, "Hurry and take her away. I feel like a tool, and it’s all Anne Sawyer’s fault."

"Sorry for the trouble."

Lachlan Wyatt, having been abroad, was naturally familiar with Alaric Cain. Trying to suppress his jealousy, he grabbed Miss Crawford’s hand, "What were you talking to him about?"

"Nothing, Anne Sawyer introduced him to me."

Miss Crawford spoke casually, "Since I’m single now, she meant well."

Lachlan Wyatt smiled through clenched teeth, "Single? Do you think I’m dead?"

Miss Crawford stepped forward, her slender fingers gently pulling on Lachlan Wyatt’s collar.

With just that movement, Lachlan Wyatt felt as though his soul was being drawn out by Miss Crawford.

He couldn’t help leaning closer to her.

"If you want to entice me, bring something I’m interested in." Miss Crawford traced up the collar, lightly stroking Lachlan Wyatt’s Adam’s apple, her fingers teasingly scratching around its prominence, "That’s what I like."

Lachlan Wyatt’s eyes practically blazed, while Dane Rivers, on the other hand, covered his eyes, muttering, "Not suitable for minors, not suitable for minors."

Lachlan Wyatt did want to do something unsuitable for minors, but Miss Crawford ignored him, treating him as if he were dead!

Just as he sent their son away, she immediately met with another man, clearly intending to anger him to death!

Lachlan Wyatt grasped Miss Crawford’s hand, "Let’s go."

Alaric Cain said, "You haven’t paid the bill."

"I’m supposed to pay this bill?"

Lachlan Wyatt was so angry he almost rolled his eyes, "I don’t have money! You meet my woman, it’s your treat!"

Alaric Cain chuckled in exasperation, "You should drop dead."

Lachlan Wyatt, swearing profusely, dragged Miss Crawford out of the bar, like a pitiful husband who caught his wife in the act, stuffing her into the passenger seat, slamming the car door, and roared away to his home.

When Miss Crawford was brought back home by Lachlan Wyatt, she remained dazed until she found herself pushed into the bathroom by him. Suddenly, she came to, "Wait, what are you planning to do?"

Lachlan Wyatt couldn’t help but feel anxious. With so many quality men around Anne Sawyer, today meeting Alaric Cain, tomorrow there’s a chance she’ll meet Christopher Vaughn at the top. What would he do then?

How could he bear the thought of Miss Crawford running off with another man?

Iris, what about me, what about me.

I’ve been by your side for so long, what am I to you?

Lachlan Wyatt held Iris tightly, while turning on the water in the bathtub. He slid his hand under her clothes.

Iris stopped him, the sound of rushing water drowning her reason, "What are you doing?"

"I’m jealous."

Lachlan panted beside Iris’s ear, "Please, give yourself to me. If I can’t have you, I really feel scared."

Jealous.

In the past, Lachlan would never be so straightforward about his feelings.

Iris trembled slightly, "Alaric Cain has someone he loves, why are you jealous?"

"I don’t care who he is or if he has someone he loves."

Lachlan’s eyes were dark; his features carried a threatening aura, then became stunning, "Having another man around you makes me jealous to the point of madness."

"Lachlan, let go—"

"I won’t. I let go once five years ago, I won’t let go again."

Lachlan spoke each word firmly, his gaze sharp enough to cut into Iris’s soul, "Since you’re so eager to sever ties with me, Iris, I’d rather you hate me than forget me."

Before Iris could speak, Lachlan kissed her, not even qualifying for the term "kiss," his actions forcefully powerful, as if he wanted to devour her entirely.

In the chaos, Iris suddenly and sharply realized.

Lachlan’s love is to devour.

He lacks tenderness, humanity, empathy, and perspective-taking. His affection is all about plundering and devouring.

And this is the only way he can express and show his love, naming it love because he has never been loved. What he painfully and bloodily exposes is his heart, devoid of conscience.

He is not a star; he is a lightning bolt, a storm, an earth-shattering roar.

Realizing Lachlan’s tongue intruding, Iris bit down hard, causing Lachlan pain. In shock, their eyes met.

Iris was like a mirror; facing her, he could see all his vileness and filth.

Lachlan felt his throat tighten, as if oil had been poured on him and set on fire, burning fiercely.

As their burning bodies pressed together, Lachlan thought, just let this fire burn him to ashes, let him die! Let him die!

Lachlan kissed Iris, gasping in the pauses, roughly wiping his face, and pulling out the beauty lenses from his eyes, revealing his strikingly beautiful different-colored eyes.

Sound buzzed in Iris’s ears, she said, "You’re too restless."

Lachlan’s laughter was intense, but his eyes were red.

This woman is too unruly, matching him perfectly; his feelings for her are not merely restlessness but a desperate desire to crumble together.

The world twisted and turned, an illusion Lachlan gave Iris, as if he were a beast stripped of all its teeth and claws, the rebellious notes in his throat roiling uselessly, the words spoken were submission—

"Iris, I want to be your dog."

******

When Iris woke, she was in a soft bed, her consciousness yet to fully return. She drifted a while, inadvertently touching Lachlan beside her, snapping awake like a shock.

Wild images flashed in her mind; Iris sat up in bed, only for a strong arm to wrap around her waist the next second.

Half-awake, Lachlan held Iris, asking, "Why are you awake so early?"

Iris smacked her lips a few times, abruptly jolting Lachlan fully awake, his hair standing on end, "What are you on about!"

"Weren’t you wanting to be my dog?"

Iris pinched Lachlan’s cheek, "You’re quite a peculiar person, can’t learn to confess properly, why do you always say such disgusting things?"

The freshly awakened Lachlan was handsome enough to cause car crashes, he hugged Iris back into bed, offering his shoulder for her to lean on, "This is my confession, what’s wrong with it?"

"It’s very disgusting."

"..." Lachlan looked at Iris, "If you don’t want to hear it, forget it!"

Iris scratched his chin, "Say something I’d like to hear."

"Oh." Lachlan said each word deliberately, "Evelyn Rowan is going to marry Jonas Kingsley."

Iris perked up, "Really?"

"Yes, Jonas has done many bad things, not just this. With Seth Rowan imprisoned, Jonas fears he will be exposed, so he’s planning to marry Evelyn. This ties the families’ interests together, and Seth wouldn’t dare ruin his sister’s future happiness. Moreover, the Rowan Family is indeed powerful; with Jonas as a Wyatt Family member marrying Evelyn, it counts as a strong-strong alliance. Plus, to dispel the rumor ’Evelyn Rowan was throwing herself at me,’ marrying Jonas seems the best solution, thus both families agreed." Lachlan yawned, "This was what Leo Langdon told me last night while you were asleep."

Evelyn Rowan is truly adaptable, after failing to get Lachlan, she rapidly ties herself to Jonas to prevent trouble in her family!

"Evelyn doesn’t like Jonas, why can she tolerate it..."

"For a safety net." Lachlan said coolly, "Didn’t you also consider marrying Dante?"

"Really?" Iris squinted, eyes filled with hostility, "Living a too comfortable life?"

"..." Lachlan swallowed his words back, "How could I, darling, your marriage and divorce are none of my business, I just want to ask, who’s next, and when’s my turn?"