It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 60

Life was peaceful, almost exceptionally. Lucia had thought that the headlines would at least earn her a lesson from Wilma. After all, the Evans family was not allowed to be involved in such scandals.

However, the following week was surprisingly quiet. At first, Lucia remained cautious, thinking it was just the calm before the storm. But after a whole week passed, she started to relax. No storm would take this long to arrive.

Slowly but surely, Lucia and Malcolm’s relationship returned to normal. However, Malcolm became busier with his work. The two rarely saw each other during the day.

when he came home from work at night. And more often than not, he would come home late and welcome her to bed.

t he die from having f****d too much?’ Lucia pushed those thoughts out of her head, realizing that

uring this time made her feel like something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on

ter that, she would go to Kenneth’s cafe, where she would spend most of the afternoon.

e the man would do his own work. Oddly enough, he always appeared at the same time, which was peak time for the cafe, with the most people. So every time the two would end up having to share a table.

become a natural routine for both of them.

too seemed to be getting used to this tacit system of sharing a table. When they left, they waved goodbye silently. Sometimes Lucia was the first to leave, and other times he was the first.

was Lucia’s most direct assessment of him.

was more like a woman’s contractions during childbirth.

y she dozed off.

le face. He walked towards her worriedly and touched her forehead. It wasn’t hot or cold, which meant she didn’t have a fever.

w moments before becoming alert. She turned her head slightly to check the time and found that it was only three o’clock in the afternoon. She had only slept an hour. But why had Malcolm returned home at that time?

frown.

plained simply.

ee a doctor.” Malcolm’s tone

him the reason.

to change the subject.

e or I’ll take you to the hospital right away,” Malcolm said.

?” Lucia said rolling her eyes.

is face. It was the first time Lucia saw him with such an expression, so she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Malcolm’s f

t, you’re getting bolder th

beneath him, Malcolm suddenly leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Then he patted her buttocks and urged her to get up quickly. Wondering why he was in such a hurry, Lucia gave him a questioning look.

and your hair disheveled?” He raised his eyebrows at the woman in front of him, who was slouching lazily. “

y, pouting at him. .

who knows what they’ll say in tomor

ith Malcolm. Today, Malcolm didn’t drive alone. Instead, he called the driver in advance to pick them up. Once they got

h an unsurprised expression. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for them . Malcolm got out of the car first, followed by Lucia. Holding Lucia’s waist, Malcolm walked into the club.

el. They wouldn’t share anything with anyone below their level, including stylists. After all, they only wanted what was best and most unique.

the socialite divas.

salute of respect. After a small nod from Malcolm, he began to lead the way for the two of them.

yes. Of course, Lucia knew that their contempt could not be aimed at Malcolm, and that it had to be towards her, a woman from a modest background.

rried a woman like her.

u need anything, please tell me. Here is the list of handbags, shoes and other accessories. Please take a look first. We will explain everything in detail later,” the stylist said respectfully.

ldn’t help but feel confused. “What am I supposed to do now?”

omplicated. In the past, all she had to do was choose clothes to wear, after which a stylist would suggest a hairstyle that would match those clothes.

With a respectful nod, the stylist led his team of assistants out of the room and closed the door behind them. Then, Malcolm looked at Lucia.

, you’re Mrs. Evans now. You just need to tell them what you like. They don’t get to make decisions for you,” Malcolm e

displeasedly, she looked through the catalog in her hand. She didn’t know how or when, but when she finally looked up, she saw the stylist and his assistants standing behind her again, waiting for her signal.

w… They look like slaves! s

nd continuing to look at the rest of the clothes. It seemed like she hadn’t found anything that satisfied her.

s one,” Lucia finally said, pul

ut held back his words out of respect.

hat’s wrong

also a western affair. Cheongsam may not be appropriate for this occasion,” the stylist explained.

e cheongsam in front of her. Covered in high-quality embroidery, it didn’t look as c

words.

“

espectfully. This time, the disdain in his tone was completely gone. Any intelligent person would remain silent in this situation. Looking at the scene before him wi

ctly without any help from her. She might look like

It wasn’t easy to control her or shape her opinions.

ed by him and pulled to his side. The two left the club hand in hand.