You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone Chapter 321

You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone Chapter 321

Chapter 321 Let’s Have a Baby

Lucian quirked a sly smile and spoke mischievously, “So, you’re planning to sneak away after what went

down yesterday?”

Calista furrowed her brow and retorted, “We had a deal last night…”

Lucian lowered the blanket, unveiling a web of scratches ranging from shallow to deep. They spanned across his entire upper body, including his neck and shoulders.

Some of these marks still bore traces of oozing blood.

“We had a deal, but you almost tore my skin off. Is it too much to ask for a bonus?”

Lucian gestured to the wounds on his body and quipped. Calista was left speechless.

“There are even more on my back. Wanna check them out?” Lucian continued.

Just as Lucjan was about to roll over, Calista swiftly intervened to prevent him from doing so.

“Don’t. All right. How much money do you want?” Calista asked.

“Do I look like I’m short on cash?” Lucian chuckled.

“Money’s the only thing on the table. Don’t even go there with anything else…”

Suddenly, Calista became self–aware and felt self–conscious about conversing with Lucian in such an

intimate setting.

She decided to sit up in bed, finding their face–to–face position while lying down too suggestive. A thought crossed her mind, and she froze.

After a few moments of silence, Calista abruptly turned her head toward Lucian and asked, “Did you…”

She wanted to ask if Lucian had used a condom last night.

With a relaxed expression, Lucian leaned against the headboard and responded contentedly, “Hey, Mrs. Northwood, do we happen to have that stuff around the house?”

“It’s your house. Why are you asking me?” Calist shot back.

Calista used to keep a stash of condoms in the house when they were married. She had cared deeply for Lucian and was committed to their long–term relationship, which had prompted her to buy them.

However, as time passed and the condoms remained untouched, Calista realized that Lucian had no interest in being intimate with her. Eventually, she stopped purchasing them altogether.

“I live alone and don’t have any use for them. Do you expect me to keep it around until it expires? Lucian


Calista was deeply affected by his response. She gritted her teeth and countered.

“Yeah, you’re good at it, right? Keeping it around long enough for it

to expire.”

Just as Calista was about to get out of bed, she suddenly remembered she was naked beneath the covers. Quickly, she pulled the covers back up and then turned to Lucian.

“Look the other way,” she instructed.

Lucian, stung by Calista’s remarks, understood the progress they had recently made might slip backward

or even take a turn for the worse if he let her leave now.

“I’ll grab some later. I mean condoms,” he promised.

Lucian assumed Calista was troubled by the unprotected sex last night.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t see it coming last night…” he continued.

Before Lucian could complete his sentence, Calista, annoyed and embarrassed, silenced him with a


“Shut up!” she commanded.

She glared at Lucian, muttering curses under her breath in silence. After a brief moment, Lucian’s muffled

voice emerged beneath the pillow.

“Callie, let’s have a baby.”

Calista couldn’t believe her ears.

She widened her eyes and exclaimed, “Are you serious? A baby, you and me?”

Initially, Lucian had mentioned the idea casually, not giving much thought to the prospect of having a

child. However, when he saw her shocked expression, the notion took hold firmly in his mind.

“People our age are already becoming parents. Why haven’t we?”

Calista was baffled at his remarks. Was he oblivious to why they haven’t had any kids yet?

Just as Calista was about to retort, Lucian continued, “Callie, I want to have a child with you.”

Calista grew increasingly frustrated with Lucian’s soft–spoken and affectionate tone, finding it challenging to maintain her anger.

Giving in to her softer side had become a recurring pattern lately. As Lucian’s gaze remained fixed on her, Calista began to feel uneasy and averted her eyes.

“Your request for a baby is not on the table, so don’t even think about it she asserted, her voice growing


Calista couldn’t shake the feeling that she was caught in an endless loop of vulnerability, where each expression of her softer side only seemed to deepen the complications.

“What about last night? You gotta own up to that,” Lucian murmured, his disappointment plain in his


He shifted slightly to reveal the fresh scratches on his back, which contrasted sharply against his skin

Calista shut her eyes, feeling even more uneasy.

“We had a deal, What happened last night was just a way to thank you and help you get better from your


Her voice grew faint beneath Lucian’s melancholy gaze, and eventually, she fell silent. After a prolonged

silence, she softly defended herself.

“I remember not scratching you too hard…” she muttered.

Calista couldn’t quite recall the events of the previous night, blurred by her excessive drinking and

ongoing psychological struggles.

She wondered if she might tend toward aggression in bed. Did she, in some way, find satisfaction in

exerting control during intimate moments?

“Last night, you kept griping about pain. Every time you did, you scratched me like there was n


tomorrow. So, I’m guessing you’re not exactly thrilled with me most of the time, and last night was your

way of bringing them up, huh?” Lucian spoke with remarkable sincerity, leaving no room for doubt.

Last night, Calista grew quiet after letting out a cry of pain. She stifled her instinctive moans until Lucian

reassured her tenderly and intensified his thrust inside her.

Calista couldn’t Ignore her doubt despite feeling compelled to belleve him. Could it be that she unconsciously held some resentment toward him?

Lucian continued, “Why on earth would I harm myself just to frame you? You won’t even feel guilty, let alone admit your wrongdoing.”

“What did I do wrong?

Calista countered. Lucian took a deep breath, his tone serious.

“Any relationship that isn’t founded on commitment lacks integrity. You slept with me and left me all scratched up. And all you cared about was your pleasure. One minute, you wanted it faster, and the next, you told me to slow down. Now, you won’t even acknowledge us. If this isn’t a lack of integrity, then what


Calista’s face turned crimson. She hadn’t been blackout drunk; fragments of the previous night lingered in her memory. She remembered taking the lead, asking Lucian to fulfill her desires.

The memory of the previous night left her yearning to vanish into thin air. The explicit words she had used in her playful flirtation felt unbearably embarrassing.

Calista observed Lucian’s expression, and a sense of guilt washed over her. She couldn’t help but feel

that the roles had reversed, and she was now in the wrong.

Calista ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.

It had all begun as an attempt to confront Lucian about his failure to use condom, but somehow, the situation had flipped, and now she felt like she was on trial.

Calista felt frustrated by the sudden turn of events.

They had both agreed to the arrangement just the night before. How had she ended up being the one in

the wrong?

After a brief moment of hesitation, Calista finally offered an apology, her voice carrying a trace of tension.

“I’m sorry. I got drunk last night.”

When Yara had teased Calista about her low alcohol tolerance, Calista had simply shrugged it off. However, now it was painfully clear that her alcohol tolerance was abysmal.

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Calista swore it would be the last time she’d let best of her and pledged to become at teetotaler! She continued to berate herself for her lapse in judgment. Why had she acted so recklessly?

Lucian had always been able to read Calista like an open book. Her emotions were written all over her

face, making it impossible to hide anything from him.

He avoided making eye contact, clearly being cautious not to reveal the satisfaction in his expression,

and proceeded cautiously,

Well, now that we’ve crossed that bridge. Considering your reaction last nightyou must be somewhat

ed with me, wouldn’t you agree? Can I at least get another shot at dating you?” Lucian asked

assuming a submissive stance.

in the past I’m sorry for t

sorry for that. La

ve us another chance, if you still most think n

You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone By Cora Smith

You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone By Cora Smith

Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 11/30/2023 Native Language: English
"You're Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone" by Cora Smith is a poignant novel that explores the complexities of love, loss, and self-discovery. The story follows characters grappling with the inevitable departure of a loved one, delving into themes of resilience and the enduring impact of relationships.

You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone By Cora Smith



The day Calista Everhart gets divorced, her divorce papers end up splashed online, becoming hot news in seconds. The reason for divorce was highlighted in red: "Husband impotent, leading to an inability to fulfill wife's essential needs." That very night, her husband, Lucian Northwood, apprehends her in the stairwell. He voice was low as he told her, "Let me prove that I'm not at all impotent …"  

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Title: You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone By Cora Smith
Ratings: 9.9 (Very Good)
Genre: Romance, Billionaire
Language: English

You’r Gonna Miss Me When I’M Gone By Cora Smith/ Review

"It's Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone" by Cora Smith is a captivating novel that delves into the complexities of human relationships, self-discovery, and the inevitable passage of time. The narrative unfolds around the protagonist, exploring her journey through life's highs and lows. Cora Smith skillfully weaves a tale that spans different periods of the protagonist's life, creating a rich tapestry of experiences and emotions. The title itself hints at a sense of departure, suggesting that the protagonist's absence will leave a void in the lives of those around her. This theme of departure becomes a central motif, as the novel explores the impact of choices made and the repercussions on both personal and interpersonal levels. The characters in the novel are vividly portrayed, each with their unique personalities and struggles. The author masterfully explores the intricacies of human connections, illustrating the fragility of bonds and the resilience of the human spirit. Through the protagonist's journey, readers are taken on a poignant exploration of love, loss, and the bittersweet nostalgia that accompanies the passage of time. Cora Smith's writing style is evocative, drawing readers into the emotional landscapes of the characters. The novel invites reflection on the transient nature of life and the inevitability of change. "It's Gonna Miss Me When I'm Gone" is a poignant exploration of the human condition, leaving readers with a lingering sense of introspection and a profound appreciation for the intricacies of the human experience.


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