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Chapter 94 Luke Who Had Drank Too Much
Jean walked out of his room and went to eat.
Nina also went out with him. She told him that she was going to wash her hands in the bathroom first.
After she made sure her brother was sitting at the dining table, she tiptoed into her brother's room
again.
She picked up the laptop bag and fiddled with it for a while. However, she realized that the lock could
not be opened without the passcode.
The material of the computer bag was special. It was not made of normal fabric and could not be cut
open with scissors.
"Sneaky man. I wonder what horrible things he’s up to.n Nina was so angry that she wanted to smash
his laptop.
Nighttime had fallen.
The black Range Rover slowly drove on the street that had surging traffic.
Luke drove intently. He was wearing a black suit and white shirt which seemed to make his serious and
distant expression look even colder.
The first impression the man gave was always indifference.
Bianca sat quietly in the passenger seat.
"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" Luke asked her for her permission very gentlemanly.
Since he had asked in such a polite way, it put Bianca in an awkward position for no reason. All she
could do was say dryly, "Whatever you want, Mr. Crawford."
The two of them who were once intimate suddenly became distant.
Luke’s expression had not looked good the entire night. When he lit his cigarette, they happened to
reach a red light.
When the car stopped, Bianca felt restrained.
When he smoked half of the cigarette, the red light turned green. Luke had his hand on the steering
wheel. He said, "Is there anything you want to say to me?"
Bianca felt cold all over her body as if she had to say something.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe only thing she could say was, "Did you send my grandpa to Crawford Manor? When are you going
to send him back? Or do you want me to pick him upon..."
Luke did not get angry even though his face looked gloomy. "It depends on your grandpa. I can't force
him."
From what he said, it implied that he did not force the old man to stay at Crawford Manor and that it
was none of his business. The young man meant that he did not control the old man's behavior.
Bianca did not want to create another senseless fight because she did not want to leave room for his
imagination.
If they were meant to break up, they should.
It was something that she needed to let him know face to face.
When Luke reached the entrance of her neighborhood, he parked his car by the side of the streets.
Before Bianca got out of the car, she tried to calm herself down as much as possible. She was trying to
part with their abnormal fate that should not have been.
As Bianca stared ahead, she stiffly said, "Let's cut this knot smoothly and officially break up."
After she said that, she immediately opened the car door and went out.
She could not bear to face him.
Luke sat in the car, looking through the windshield glass at the woman with the slender back that just
entered the building. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel as the colors on his fingers slowly
faded, becoming paler.
Bianca got home.
She was the only person in the silent room. It was as empty as her lonely heart.
Luke was a piece of muscle that had grown rapidly on her heart. However, someone stood up and said
that the piece of meat had grown in the wrong place and that it was morally unethical for it to grow on
her heart.
What could she do?
The only thing she could do was cut it off.
Now that she had finally cut it off, her heart started bleeding...
After the baptism of time, it was unknown whether the wound would heal or become infected with pus...
Bianca put her bag down and slumped her body tiredly on the sofa without turning on the lights while
the dim moonlight came in through the window.
She had to shut her eyes because of her headache. However, resting did not let her feel any better.
When Bianca opened her eyes again, she inadvertently saw a box of cigarettes on the coffee table.
There was also a lighter.
She knew what type of cigarettes and lighter Luke used.
'Since Grandpa was driven to Crawford Manor by Luke, he must have stopped by to pick Grandpa up.
Does it mean he left the cigarettes and lighter...'
When she was a kid, she once filled a pipe for Grandpa, struck a match happily, and lit the tobacco leaf
in the pipe for him.
"Grandpa, how old do I have to be before I can smoke?" She naively thought that children also had to
smoke when they grew up as if it was a task that everyone had to complete.
In the small town, most of them had the habit of smoking, regardless of whether they were men or
women. That was why she had that perception.
Grandpa told her with a smile and patted her head, "Girls can't smoke when they grow up. Smoking is
bad for your health. Always remember that, alright Bea?"
"Okay!" She nodded innocently.
Even though Grandpa said that smoking was bad for one's health, he took a few more puffs.
20 minutes ago, when Luke was sitting in the car, he was in the same tormented mood as her. The only
thing she could do was look out the car window and try to divert her attention. On the other hand, the
only way he could suppress himself was through smoking.
'Can smoking really relieve a person's depressive mood?'
Bianca did not know that on such a lonely, boring, and heartbroken night, all she wanted was to smoke
his cigarette and light it with his lighter.
When she took the first puff, she frowned and coughed.
The smell of smoke permeated her mouth and nose.
It was not comfortable at all.
The sadness in her heart was not quelled. Instead, it was worse.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBianca smoked the entire cigarette clumsily and awkwardly. Before she knew it, it was as if she had
choked on something. She burst into tears.
"Luke, stop drinking..." Louis grabbed the bottle of rum that was almost empty.
Using alcohol to take his pain away and getting drunk outside. Those were the two things Louis knew
that an arrogant and noble man like Luke would not ever do.
Since he was smart and had always been rational, he knew that getting drunk never helped the
situation anyway.
Luke did not try to get the bottle that was taken away back.
The drunk man put down his glass and lit a cigarette with his trembling hands.
As Luke took a puff of the cigarette, his sexy Adam's apple slid up and down.
To him, Bianca was like water when he was thirsty. The fact that she was sweet and delicious was a
secondary thing. The main thing was that she sustained his life. She made it a better life for him,
allowing his vitality to be reinvigorated.
It started to rain outside.
Louis stood in the hotel suite and looked around. There was no female mosquito in sight, let alone a
female service worker. He wondered what he should do. Should he stay back to take care of the
emotionally out of control man?
"How about I give Bianca a call?” That was the only thing Louis could think of.
Perhaps the situation at hand had something to do with Bianca.
It was better for the doer to undo what they had done.
Louis picked up his phone and called Bianca.
Bianca did not have his phone number saved, so when the phone was ringing, he wondered if she
would answer his call.
He could not get his hands on Luke's phone.
"Hey, Bianca? It's Louis!" after she picked up, he quickly said, rMy brother drank too much, can you..."
Before he could finish speaking, Bianca interrupted him.
Louis held his phone and listened for a moment, then proceeded to hang up disappointedly. He knew
not to call back again.
It was because Bianca said, "From now on, I have nothing to do with any of his affairs. Don't ask why
because I don't know either. Goodbye. I'm hanging up now..."
Then, he heard the disconnected tone.
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