Chapter 93 Tell Him You Don’t Love Him
Sharon took the microphone from the host’s hand. Her face flushed red, and her body shook with embarrassment. She clenched her teeth, and her grip tightened on the microphone.
A public apology was like trampling onto the Beckett family’s reputation. Theodore looked at her with a blank face.
She could already expect his reaction after the guests left. But it would make matters worse if she didn’t apologize. She shut her eyes and began.
“My name is Sharon, and I would like to apologize to my friend, Calista.”
Calista watched with little interest. Taking advantage of the moment when Lucian relaxed his guard, she pulled her hand back and said nothing.
Then, she turned and walked toward the parking lot. She had driven here tonight.
There were footsteps not too far behind her. She knew it was Lucian, but she didn’t pay him any attention.
After the incident, anyone who could read the room had been finding an excuse to leave. The Beckett family’s home only had one parking lot, so it wasn’t surprising that they were walking in the same direction.
Yet Lucian followed her to her car. Calista raised an eyebrow mockingly.
“Is your car also parked here?”
“I’ve been drinking and can’t drive.”
Lucian glanced at the Volkswagen in front of her disdainfully. Though he didn’t say anything, it
was apparent he looked down on the car.
Evidently, he thought she lived a poor life after leaving him.
Calista shrugged and said, “That’s a pity. Well, Everglade Manor isn’t far. You can walk back.”
After that, she ignored him and opened the car to get in. Just as she started the car, Lucian opened
the passenger door and got in
Shutting his eyes, he instructed, “Go to the Everglade Manor.”
He spoke so casually, utterly devoid of embarrassment. Calista widened her eyes.
She thought that a wealthy man like Lucian would at least have a shred of shame. But clearly, he didn’t.
She furrowed her brows impatiently, saying, “You can get someone from the Beckett family to drive you.”
Lucian looked up and with bloodshot eyes. She had caught a faint whiff of alcohol from him when they brushed past each other in the restroom just now.
Now, it smelled even stronger in the car, and his voice was hoarse and deep.
“I don’t ride in cars driven by strangers.”
She had forgotten he was some wealthy tycoon that others might easily target. Selina had even said that he had been followed when he was a child.
But even so, she didn’t want to give him a ride. Everglade Manor and her apartment were in opposite directions. At most, she can drop him off at the entrance of the Beckett family’s home.
“You can have Mr. Whitman fetch you home.”
“Mr. Whitman’s son is sick, and he has been at the hospital taking care of him these past few days.
The guests at the engagement party had already left, and cars were gradually driving away.
Calista stepped on the brake, impatiently saying, “You could also have Lily come pick you up.”
“But you are my wife. You have to drive me.”
Calista replied, “In that case, I’ll gladly pass this duty on to her. I’m sure both of you will be delighted.”
While it seemed she was talking about driving him. It was apparent that she meant giving up her role as his wife, too.
“Are you so eager for a divorce?”
“You just can’t wait to push me to Lily, can you?”
He gripped his phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Calista had a feeling that he was
imagining that his phone was her neck.
“I’m sacrificing myself for you two. You should be grateful for my generosity. Otherwise, Lily will
forever be a hidden mistress.”
The word “sacrifice” pleased Lucian. His expression softened slightly, but his words remained
“I don’t need your blessing.”
“Of course not. You’re Mr. Northwood. You command the tides and the winds. Being a married man
wouldn’t stop you from spoiling Lily.”
Every word was laced in sarcasm, though it wasn’t clear whether it was aimed at Lucian or
herself. His face grew darker, and his tone turned cold.
“Don’t change the topic. She has nothing to do with this.”
She wondered if his anger was because she offended his beloved. Calista wasn’t upset.
Instead, she smiled and said, “Sure, then I’ll call Andrew right now and get him to withdraw his
support for Lily. Then, I’ll believe she has nothing to do with this.”
Lucian’s piercing gaze locked onto her. He pursed his lips, and the atmosphere tensed up.
Although he didn’t say anything, his silence spoke volumes.
Though she had anticipated this, she still felt sour being dumped in this relationship.
It had nothing to do with love. It was the bitterness of realizing three years of effort had been
Nothing could describe her frustration toward him. Even a stray dog would be grateful to someone
who had fed it for three years.
“Lucian, do you have any idea how much I despise you and Lily? You pretend to be so high and mighty, yet you engage in all these shameful and disgusting deeds behind people’s backs. You’re
such a hypocrite!”
Calista spoke calmly. She even smiled, but every word hit the nail on the head. She firmly
Calista would have felt fine if that was the truth. But even she did not know who bought the painting back then.
Lucian didn’t interrupt her. He seemed calm on the surface, but there was a chilling look in his eyes.
“I can make Andrew withdraw his investment, but on one condition.”
Calista felt that Lucian wouldn’t let this slide easily after her humiliating words.
“You call Paul and tell him that you don’t love him anymore.”
Calista felt utterly puzzled! This bastard was out of his mind! She and Paul were just casual acquaintances now, and they barely talked to each other.
They were not romantically involved at all. He would think she was crazy or delusional if she suddenly called him up and said that.
Lucian wanted to cause a misunderstanding between them.
She wouldn’t do this, considering the times Paul had helped her unconditionally. She would be too ungrateful if she did. Thus, Calista waved her hand with disinterest.
“If you don’t want to withdraw your investment, don’t. I’m not forcing you to do so. You don’t have
to resort to this method to provoke me.”