You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 523

Lucille returned home to play with Aurora for a while. Soon after, the baby fell asleep.

After dinner, she helped Marie tidy up the house, and she even volunteered to take out the trash.

"It's really late, and it's cold outside. I think it would be better for me to go."

"No, allow me. It's more convenient for me to wear my shoes."

In Marie's heart, Lucille was her boss, and she was a servant. She should have been the one to do

these things.

However, in Lucille's mind, Marie had long been a relative of her and not a servant.

She carried the garbage bag into the elevator. She smelled a strong scent of smoke in the elevator.

It was obvious that someone had just smoked in the elevator.

"Ahem."

She tried her best to hold her breath, but she still couldn't help but cough a few times when she came

out of the elevator.

When she got out of the elevator, she thought that she could finally take a breath of fresh air. She was

relieved to take a deep breath, only to find out that the scent of smoke was stronger in the corridor of

the first floor than it was inside the elevator!

It seemed that the person smoking was not smoking in the elevator but on the first floor. The scent of

smoke just happened to waft into the elevator.

For someone to smoke so much in the middle of the night, that man had to be abnormal.

Could it be that some homicidal psychotic man was preparing to attack her? Was that man smoking to

ease his pressure beforehand?

The more Lucille thought about it, the more terrified she was. She couldn't help but speed up. She went

out quickly, threw the garbage bag from her hand into the trash can in the refuse chamber, and quickly NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

ran back.

Just as she pressed the button on the elevator, her waist and wrist were grabbed by a strong force. The

next second, she was dragged into the stairs by that person...

The whole staircase was filled with the scent of cigarettes.

She coughed profusely, "Ahem, ahem, ahem."

Lucille coughed as she raised her head in horror to look at the tall man in front of her.

"You..."

Before she could finish her words, the man leaned over and kissed her. At that moment, the heavy

smell of tobacco entered her mouth from his...

"Oh..."

Lucille's mind went blank in an instant, but she was pinned to the wall. There were no lights in the

narrow space between the stairs, and it was surprisingly quiet. The man invaded her mouth deeper and

deeper unscrupulously.

He was barbaric, without a sign of pity.

From the heavy scent of tobacco, she could feel a heavier taste of alcohol...

It was Franklin.

She knew the person in front of her. Even if she was in a pitch-black room, even if she couldn't see

anything, even if this kiss of his was different than before, Lucille still clearly knew it.

She pushed the man in front of her desperately, but his strength was too strong, and he did not budge

at all.

Franklin finally raised his head after a long time, and Lucille could feel his slender fingers brushing her

hair. After that, he spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "Let's have another child."

"What?"

She could not grasp the meaning of his words fast enough. She did not know what he meant by having

another child.

"It doesn't matter if the child is not mine. I don't blame you for that. Let's have another child who

belongs to us."

Franklin's voice was unclear, as if there was a mouthful of water in his mouth.

However, she could hear the sentence clearly.

"What are you talking about... Haven't we already..."

"Don't say it."

He suddenly lowered his head. He put his arms around her and held her tightly.

His strength was extremely strong, as if he wanted to rub her into his body and that she was an

invaluable treasure in his arms.

Lucille was at a loss for a moment. This was not the Franklin she knew. He would never do this...

"You drank too much. You're drunk."

She did not dare to return his hug. It had been too long, and she was afraid that she would easily

collapse from the choice she worked so hard to solidify.

"I am sober. I am not drunk at all." As he hugged her, his thin lips brushed against her hair. "No matter

who the child belongs to, I will raise it, okay? After that, we can have another child, and let us start

anew."

She stammered for words, "I..."

She was speechless for a moment, and she could not even find a reason to refuse.

This was not the man she knew...

"Do you agree?" He reached out his hand and gently fiddled her hair.

She really had no way to refuse. At this moment, her heart was beating rapidly. In the dark space,

although she didn't know if her face was red, she knew that she was nervous at this moment from the

heat of her cheeks.

Perhaps that kiss just now made her a little drunk. She really couldn't find a way to reject him at this

moment.

"I... Mr. Moore, can you tell me why you are doing this?"

"Why?"

He did not understand what she meant.

"You have had many women before, haven't you? Why are you suddenly treating me like this now..."

She was afraid that if they got married again, her relationship was just another trap of his, and her

wedding room would become hell again.

"Because..." He was stunned for a moment.

The atmosphere fell into deep silence.

Lucile stood there. She could feel the man's heartbeat, and she could also hear his heavy breathing.

She only stood there, awaiting his answer.

In her heart, she could not help but feel a little hope.

Time passed by, one second at a time.

"Lucille! Sh*t, what a heavy scent of smoke."

Abby suddenly sounded from the corridor.

Lucille guessed that she had been downstairs for too long and had not returned. Abby was a little

worried, so she came down to look for her.

"Shh..."

Franklin covered her mouth with his hand. When Abby passed by, Lucille removed his hand and

whispered, "I'll go back first... Let's... contact each other tomorrow." "Okay." He lowered his head and

kissed her forehead. As he spoke, the strong scent of alcohol and tobacco drifted down, indicating to

her that he had indeed drunk a lot of alcohol.

'Are you really alright? Do you need me to call you a cab to send you back?"

Lucille wanted to go out, but when she saw Franklin in this state, she was a little worried.

"No, I can go back by myself."

"Then I'll leave first."

She opened the door of the staircase, and the lights from the outside shone in. She saw that Franklin's

handsome face was a little red due to the alcohol, and he looked at her with a smile. It seemed that he

was in a good mood.

"Lucille!"

Abby's voice was heard again.

She made a 'call me' gesture to him. She left after she saw him nod. After she left, she closed the door

again.

"Abby, I'm over here."

She hurriedly ran out, calling to Abby.

"Where have you been? Why do you smell of cigarettes?" Abby could quickly smell the scent of

tobacco all over her body.

"I was right here. I thought that the air in the elevator was too bad... and the weather outside was good,

so I thought about staying outside for a while..."

In reality, Lucille was not very good at lying. At this moment, she knew that her cheeks were burning.

She did not know whether it was because of the kiss from before or the lie she made up.

"Oh, good thing you're alright. Hurry up, let's have supper."

Abby did not think much of it, and she did not notice anything. She pulled Lucille and they went back

up.

That night, Lucille held her phone and waited for Franklin's message. However, she did not receive any

message even after a long time, and she was worried that he was still around, so she found an excuse

to creep downstairs. When she saw that there was no one in the staircase and the scent of smoke had

dissipated a lot, she returned to her room.

She typed some short messages, but deleted them after that. Soon, she unconsciously fell asleep.

The next morning, she turned on her phone and found a text message from Franklin. "I drank too much

yesterday. Don't take it to heart."

Lucille's hands, which were holding her phone, froze, and she was a little at a loss for

a moment.