Chapter 146 You Disgust Me
Paul wasn’t one to readily accept responsibility. He usually maintained a friendly but emotionally
distant demeanor, making it hard for others to connect with him.
However, this time, he couldn’t avoid feeling personally involved. His emotions were a complex
mix of anger, regret, and even a hint of sympathy.
Lucian replied, “Yes.”
Lucian had been sober that night, fully aware that Calista had gone with him under the mistaken
belief that he was Paul. Their subsequent intimate encounter had not been consensual.
Paul clenched his fist without hesitation and swung it toward Lucian’s face.
While Paul wasn’t used to having fights, he had received training since childhood due to potential
threats from his family’s background. His punch packed a considerable amount of force.
Lucian quickly stepped back, using his hand to block Paul’s attack and simultaneously
attempting to land a kick on Paul’s knee.
The room was small and poorly soundproofed, causing the commotion to reach the hallway
instantly. Calista, who had been waiting outside, grew concerned and rushed into the room.
In reality, she hadn’t gone downstairs. When she saw Paul’s troubled expression earlier, she chose
to stay out of the room and overheard their conversation.
As Calista pushed the door open, she witnessed Lucian aiming a punch at Paul’s shoulder. Lucian
had initially intended to strike Paul’s face, but Paul had skillfully dodged it.
“Paul!”
Calista hurriedly rushed over and pulled the wincing Paul away from the confrontation.
She turned to Lucian and snapped, “Have you lost your damn mind?”
“Step aside,” Lucian demanded.
The weather outside was gloomy, and the room’s lighting wasn’t great. The fluorescent light
illuminated Lucian’s face, casting an eerie aura around him.
Calista had her hair in a bun and dressed casually that day. She appeared petite in contrast to
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Her overall demeanor gave off an air of innocence and vulnerability. Despite her diminutive
appearance, she stood her ground before Lucian and shielded Paul behind her.
“Lucian, inat’s enough!”
Calista’s eyes shut tight. Lucian had pushed her limits countless times. She couldn’t be bothered
to argue with him anymore.
Instead, she glanced briefly at Paul, lowered her head, and said, “Let’s go, Paul.” She didn’t want to
be seen in such a chaotic state, nor did she wish to encounter the sympathetic gazes of others.
Paul gave her a deep, complex look, his emotions in turmoil. Lucian observed them indifferently,
convinced Paul would have proposed to Calista on the spot if he hadn’t been present.
He sneered, “Are you going to hide behind a woman and let her protect you?”
Paul wasn’t one to seek physical confrontations, he believed that violence rarely resolved
anything. However, his inherent pride and dignity made it difficult for him to tolerate such
provocation.
He stepped forward and declared, “I’ve been itching to slug you for a while now.”
Lucian responded with a cold chuckle, “Well, isn’t that convenient? Because I’ve been thinking the
same.”
Calista furrowed her brow and pulled Paul back as the two men seemed ready to engage in
another brawl.
She remarked, “Why bother with a lunatic? Do you fight fire with fire?”
Her tone was filled with disdain, as if she were regarding something too repulsive to look at
directly. Lucian couldn’t help but smile, albeit a cold one.
“Were you waiting outside the door all this time?”
It was the only explanation for Calista’s timely arrival when Lucian and Paul were about to engage
in a physical altercation.
Calista replied, “Yes.”
There was no need to hide. A quick check of the security footage would reveal everything anyway.
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“Don’t you have any questions?” Lucian asked.
Questions regarding why Lucian had intentionally allowed Calista to assume he was Paul, why Lucian had taken her away when he knew she wasn’t seeking him that night, or whether the
waiter had conveyed the message.
Calista had the freedom to inquire about anything.
Calista always assumed the incident was a coincidence due to Lucian’s reckless behavior fueled
by alcohol. He didn’t offer any explanation either.
Calista shook her head and replied, “No.”
Lucian narrowed his eyes, a faint shadow cast below his brows.
He asked, “Aren’t you curious about the reasons?”
Calista remained silent before responding, “Not at all. It’s all dirty tricks, no matter the reason.
A heavy silence enveloped the room as Calista and Paul stood side by side while Lucian remained
distant. The mere inches separating them felt like an impassable chasm in the confined space.
Lucian nonchalantly shrugged.
“Honestly, there wasn’t anything exceptional about it. You were drunk and seemed like an easy
target. But your performance in bed was quite disappointing, so I lost interest after three years of
marriage.”
Calista was seething with anger. Although she didn’t want to engage in a futile argument with
Lucian, she couldn’t resist the urge to give him a resounding slap.
Smack! Her slap landed with intense force and forcibly turned Lucian’s face to the side.
“You’re disgusting!”
Calista’s expression dripped with disgust, her hand trembling at her side, her palm blazing hot
and visibly red from the powerful strike. Lucian adjusted his cheek and taunted.
“Is that how strongly you feel for Paul? Still carrying a torch for him after all these years?”
A wry smile tugged at the corner of Calista’s lips. At this moment, she felt like her heart had
turned to ashes, overwhelmed by disappointment, resentment, disgust, and sorrow.
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She believed she had wasted three years of her life!
Not wanting to drag out the confrontation with Lucian further, she admitted, “Yes, I have strong feelings for him. That’s precisely why I don’t want to waste any more time and want to divorce you
as soon as possible.”
She sneered, “If you have even a shred of conscience left, hurry up and divorce me so you don’t hinder my splendid remarriage.”
With that said, she took Paul’s hand as if to prove herself.
Lucian watched as their hands clasped together. He couldn’t contain his surging anger. Crimson veins crawled in his eyes as he swiftly grabbed Paul’s collar and forcefully pulled him away from
Calista.
Then, Lucian landed a brutal punch on Paul with lightning speed, leaving no room for reaction.
His eyes bore into Paul’s once serene and elegant face, now veiled in intense, unapologetic
aggression.
The sound of bones cracking reverberated as Lucian tightly clenched his fist.
Thud!
Paul couldn’t react quickly due to his lack of practical combat experience. Lucian’s punch landed
on his right cheek, causing his entire body to tilt to the side.
However, Lucian maintained his grip on Paul’s collar, preventing him from falling.
In retaliation, Paul punched Lucian. They fought relentlessly. The items in the room toppled, and
the furniture was disarrayed, resulting in a cacophony of noise.
Lucian’s strikes were fierce, and blood trickled from his knuckles.
“You fancy her as well?” he taunted.
Paul’s lips formed a bloodied, mocking smile. His usual warm and elegant manner had
disappeared.
“Yes,” Paul replied.
Lucian sneered, “You think you’re worthy of her?”
