Chapter 227:
Lucas was very obedient when it came to food and sleep. Many times, when he ate, he would put food into my mouth. In just a few days, we had built up a deep bond. At about nine…
It was evening when I coaxed Lucas to sleep in bed. Afraid that the sound of the TV might wake him up, I picked up a magazine from the bedside table and began to read.
I had barely flipped through a few pages when I heard footsteps outside.
Was it Klein?
I put down the magazine and was about to get up when the door suddenly swung open.
When I saw the face of the person standing in the doorway, I was stunned. He looked just as surprised as I was.
“Why are you here?” Herbert asked.
“What are you doing here?” I countered.
I was sure I had locked the door. How did he get in? What was he doing here? Had he come looking for me? A flood of questions filled my mind.
“This house is mine. It’s completely normal for me to be here. But what are you doing in my house? And why are you sleeping in my son’s bed?” Herbert demanded.
“What did you just say? Your house? Your son?”
I turned my head to look at the sleeping Lucas, confusion swirling inside me.
Herbert walked toward me, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaning in close. His voice was cold.
“Didn’t you say you had nothing to do with me? Then why are you in my son’s bed now? Or were you just pretending all along?”
His words ignited my fury.
I glared at him.
“Herbert, you’re too full of yourself! I have no interest in you anymore.”
His expression darkened instantly. He reached out, gripping my shoulders tightly. His voice was sharp.
“Who do you think you are? Do you really think I’m interested in you?”
“Then why do you keep provoking me?” I shot back.
“I…”
Herbert faltered, his words stuck in his throat.
I looked at him and scoffed.
Just then, his anger boiled over, and he lowered his head, pressing his lips to mine.
“You… let go… let go!”
I struggled desperately, pounding against his back with my fists, but my resistance was futile.
Bella’s POV:
The kiss was fierce and angry. I could feel the pain, but I couldn’t push him away.
