Chapter 162 It’s Cold Sleeping Alone

Now it goes more natural when she speaks like that.

At least that’s how I see the rich: realistic. How could she really like me when she knew that I am his
son’s mistress and I am a divorced woman in an inferior class with complicated family?

But it’s good that way. At least we share the same goal.

Before I make a respond, she has already taken a check out of her purse and handed it to me.

It is five million!

That’s the money that I’ve been dreaming of.

She looks at me with a cold face and says in a deep voice, “Here is five million yuan. I hope you can
leave my son. Your relationship is over.”

I do hesitate for a moment in my mind.

I have to admit I’m kind of sad to leave Frances, and his mother, no doubt, is insulting our feelings with
money.

Nevertheless, the good thing is that I don’t lose myself in this relationship.

Even if I have feelings for Frances, it would be my own wishful thinking, and now it’s time to cut the
love.

And the five million is just the exact amount to relieve me of my immediate needs.

As long as I pay him back, we will be clear from each other.

“Thanks, Mrs Louis. I will leave Frances.” I give her a big smile when I take the check from her.



But my mind is haunted by pathetic feelings.

Perhaps not expecting me to accept her offer so quickly, she is clearly stunned. But immediately, a
slight contemptuous look can be revealed on her face.

“Hmm, so you have a relationship with my son only for his money. I told him before he shouldn’t have
had relationships with complicated women. Every time I have to clear up the mess for him.”

I don’t say anything, sort of acquiescing to what she said.

Frances comes back and his mother returns to her previous graceful posture again.

My mind can’t focus on the meal at all because the thought that what life I should have after paying
back Frances occupies my mind.

“Mom, are you staying at my place tonight?” Frances asks his mother during the meal.

It doesn’t sound like a sincere invitation.

“No. I know you are avoiding Whitney Jordan, and I don’t want to add to your attention as a celebrity. I
have a gig overseas tomorrow. The flight is twelve. I’ll take a taxi there myself. You take Jane home
now.”

Frances doesn’t try to keep her and drives me home directly.

After taking a shower, Frances lies on my bed naturally.

“Why don’t you go back to your own room?” I ask him, helplessly.

“You see. It’s winter now. I feel cold sleeping alone.”

I curl my lips. Such an excuse is unconvincing for his room has heat.



Ignoring him, I go to the bathroom for shower with the door unlocked. Even if it’s locked, he still can get
in if he wants to.

Luckily, he doesn’t do that.

As I step out of the bathroom, he pulls me onto the bed and hugs me in his arms.

“Throw away that white dress in your closet.”

Throw it away?

That dress cost me thousands! I’m not a fool to do that.

“Why?”

“No reason, it’s just unsightly.” he says softly.

At the same time, he covers my lips with his, blocking my rejection in my mouth.

I know he wants me. This is the last night I will stay with him, so I won’t reject him.

And because it’s the last night, some precautions must be taken.

I nudge him slightly and ask gently, “Can you wear a condom?”

He pauses a moment and smiles, “I like to have no gaps between us.”

“I bought the ultrathin ones.” I reply with a shy and red face.

“I know.”

He has no intention to get up, reaching his hand under me. His touching titillates me.



At first, I still want him to wear a condom.

But soon, I give up and fall in his gentle “attack”.

So finally, the condoms I bought so long ago still haven’t been unpacked yet!


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