Todos os capítulos de Falling in Love with a Bad Boy: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

8"Lucian, you didn't expect this to come, am I right?" I stared into his eyes. "You will need me. This dilemma can be resolved by this evening. You know what I've always wanted."He held my right hand and pinched my ring finger."Do you want to side with me, Lena?" He planted a kiss on my forehead. My cheeks flushed within an instant. "As you wish."We were a match made in heaven.The moment the light disappeared, I saw Yvonne's desperate look."Shh... Don't worry. You'll be released soon."I entwined my arms with Lucian's and sat obediently in front of the dressing mirror. He tied up a high ponytail for me as usual. He creased his eyebrows when he brushed past my wound."You're too ruthless. Does it hurt, Lena?"I grabbed his hand and put it on the side of my face. "That depends on whether it's worth it or not. Lucian, do you love Vivienne or me more?""You are different from her." He paused for a moment. "You are not a prey—you are a hunter. And we are best suited to each

10I stepped on the floor barefoot and heard the dense sound of the rain. Interwoven within that was the pattering sound of the rain washing the large, broad leaves of the plants. On that rainy night, everything was silent, and a strange sense of satisfaction came into being.It was a sign of evil thoughts getting attached to the heart, the shadowy excitement those thoughts brought before they bloomed fully. It was despicable, with traces of arrogance.A chill spread from my toes and buzzed like electricity until it reached my scalp, making my body shudder all over.In my haziness, I felt like I was being dragged into hell by a ghost that was slowly walking toward me.I stood in front of the door until the earsplitting horn of the car pulled me back to reality. My legs were wet, and the translucent raindrops dripped down my legs, wetting the brownish-red floor, turning it even more brightly colored.I pulled open the door wider.Lucian held a black umbrella, and his grim express

Author: Tian Lang Shao Nü 1Everywhere was dark. It was dead silent.The surroundings were so quiet that I could only hear the beating of my heart.I widened my eyes, but I couldn't see anything. I struggled to escape, but my limbs couldn't move at all. The only thing that could move was my panicky eyes. I wanted to look for the monster in the darkness and then flee away.The cold sensation slowly slid up my body, from my feet to my legs, then to my abdomen and my arms. I knew it was that monster. It approached my body and explored every corner of me.I wanted to scream in fear, but I couldn't make any sound. Only in my heart could I hear myself crying for help.The monster was getting closer and closer. I could even feel its breathing. Its breath falling onto my neck was warm.Then it stuck out its tongue and did something nastier.I was breaking out in a cold sweat and constantly crying for help in my heart, but no one could hear my cry.I fell into infinite despair.2

9Having nothing to do, I stayed at home and was extremely bored.Half a year had passed since the kidnapping. Recently, except for still having nightmares, my normal life had basically been unaffected. Perhaps it was time for me to return to society and be a normal person.So when Yohannes took me to the restaurant for dinner in the evening, I excitedly proposed that I wanted to look for a job."You look good today. Did you dress up deliberately for me?" Yohannes let out a naughty smile. "I don't want other men to see such a pretty woman."That day, I wore a light blue dress and some light makeup. I was going to take that day as an important day to express my love and gratitude to Yohannes.After saying some sweet words, I mentioned that I wanted to look for a job. "I've been feeling much better. I can't stay at home the whole time. I'm planning to start looking for a job..."Yohannes' face suddenly changed. It was a cold expression I had never seen before. But it disappeared s

15Jasper said that he appreciated my enthusiasm for art and hoped to promote me so that I could have the opportunity to participate in foreign art exhibitions, get in touch with more artistic works, run some projects with my own hands, and get in touch with outstanding people in the art circle within and outside the country.I subconsciously refused. I could not even draw a portrait. Compared with professionals, my insights into paintings were just based on inadequate information, let alone go deep into the upstream and downstream of the art industry. How could I do that?Nevertheless, Jasper told me very seriously that he believed in my perception of the work, and this empathy was exactly what the creative industries needed.To be honest, his suggestion was not untempting. I could go further on the career path and be exposed to a lot of creative things. Unlike sitting in an office building and thinking about how to take advantage of the users, I would have more opportunities to s