Chapter 8

　　Lucas left the room with Jonathan. Ren Fei came in.

　　He looked at the obvious palm mark on Oliver’s face and grabbed the first aid kit.

　　Oliver suddenly blurted out, \"Uncle Ren, if I had said I never hurt Jonathan at all, that he had injured himself, would you believe it?\" He looked at the door, where Lucas and Jonathan just left.

　　Ren Fei did not answer, but asked, \"If I tell you that Madam’s return was specifically just for you, would you believe it?\"

　　Oliver Shi shook his head. \"I don’t think so. I think he’s back here for Lucas.\"

　　Nowadays, Lucas treated him like crap. How can he even care about Jonathan’s relationship with Lucas?

　　\"Believe it or not, the operation time has been set, the chief surgeon is the best in China, Mr. Shi. There is no way it would kill you, and after it Mr. Huo will take good care of you in return for the favor.\"

　　Instead of looking at Ren Fei, Oliver Shi looked at the ring in his hand and said, \"Uncle Ren, please arrange it for me. I want to have a meal with Lucas Huo alone, I want to say goodbye to him, in case I don’t make it.\"

　　Ren Fei nodded. “I promise, I’ll make it happen.”

　　The place for dinner was set in the mansion.

　　When Lucas Huo entered the dining room, he saw Oliver Shi busy in the kitchen. As soon as Oliver saw him, he smiled sweetly and called out to him. \"My love!”

　　It was the first time and last time he said that to Lucas, usually it was Lucas who called him that.

　　For three years, before Oliver Shi did not know that Jonathan Qiao existed, he served Lucas like a housewife, literally cooking his meals and attending to his needs. Though there were servants to clean and wash the dishes, Oliver made sure his food was always prepared to his liking, and he made sure Lucas’s bath was exactly as warm as he wanted it. He was so dedicated, he was even willing to craft his own soap for Lucas to wash his hands with. Unfortunately, all this was never reciprocated.

　　Even to this day, their relationship, whatever it was, was still one-sided.

　　Lucas Huo sat at the table, looking at the chicken soup in front of him, frowning.

　　\"Drink a little,” Oliver chided him. “You haven\'t tasted my cooking since we broke up. Tomorrow is the operation. Whether I live or die, I’ve accepted my fate.\"

　　When he said this, Lucas Huo felt soft, and he took the bowl of chicken soup and drank it all. There was a great sadness in his heart, but then it also began to beat so fast. Oliver walked to him.

　　Lucas shook his head. \"What are you doing here?\"

　　\"Can\'t you see? I\'m serving you.\"

　　\"There is no need to serve me.\"

　　\"But I need it,\" said Oliver Shi, unbuttoning Lucas’s belt, stretching his neck to kiss him. \"I put drugs in the soup. I put twice as much as the last time.\"

　　\"Are you serious?\" Lucas roared. Although he had begun to feel something, his eyes still managed to appear cold and calm. \"You’re really trying to get off, aren’t you?\"

　　\"Yes, I’d rather fuck with you than die for ‘Madam’ Jonathan Qiao!\"

　　Oliver Shi was like a hedgehog with his quills raised.

　　Lucas Huo swept down the dishes full of tables and pressed it on the table. \"You can’t back off now!\"

　　But the drug and his anger at Oliver Shi caused Lucas to be extremely rough. He didn’t want to ravage Oliver Shi to death this way, but it seemed he could not help himself.

　　While Lucas had his way with him,, Oliver Shi reached out to Lucas with the hand wearing the ring. \"Lucas,\" he gasped as he pulled back. \"Tell me, when you gave me this ring, did you feel even a little bit of love for me?\"

　　Lucas said nothing, but closed his eyes and put himself back in Oliver’s mouth.