My ex-husband’s nightmare (Lydia and Mason) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53.

Chapter 53

Mason

The party stilled. The music was on, but everyone’s attention shifted to me.

I moved to the back of Lydia’s chair.

She sat straight, rubbing her rubbed up and down. She swallows.

How did I forget that this woman can be crazy?

“Lydia, are you okay?” I turned her chair towards the side and knelt in front of her, I extended my hand in front of her, “Spit it out right now.”

She looked around, her brows furrowed, anger endowing her beautiful features, “you are causing a scene.”

No one was calling an ambulance; they were all staring at us.

Lydia, too, is looking down at me, her expression unchanged. She looked normal, and for a slight moment, I began to wonder if !

was wrong.

Did she lie to me?

I have never forgotten anything about Lydia. I had her memories in my head, all parts of her. Aside from her body, I knew all she liked and disliked, and I knew that she didn’t like nuts.

No, that’s not the word. She was allergic to them. No matter how little she consumed, it had the same effect on her.

The hall was soon covered in low mummers.

I don’t care about them. I can’t watch Lydia hurt herself.

Still under my gaze, she took another bite. “See?” She said, taking her hand to the side, the fork almost sliding off

“I’m fine. Please stop this embarrassment this moment.” She said, but I shook my head, my eyes widening in shock at her

boldness

My brain supplied me with a memory, further strengthening my fear.

She had eaten pastry bought by Zoe, who didn’t know about her allergies then. The pastry contained nuts, and she ended up at the hospital

My protective instinct kicked in; I don’t want that event to be repeated.

“What is he doing?”

“Why is he kneeling before her?”

“Gosh, this is so embarrassing”

They didn’t hide their whispers, they were loud and clear, but that did not deter me or make me drop my hand.

I kept it in front of her, hoping she’d spit it in, but instead, she narrowed her eyes at me and then stood.

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“I am not dealing with you right now” But I saw the lines of worry on her head as she made to stand.

Her breath was beginning to get ragged, and she stood for a while, placing one hand on her head.

She felt dizzy.

That’s the first sign.

Then she scratched her palm and looked around the hall, no doubt in search of Marcus the jerk.

I sprang to my feet.

Marcus was walking towards her, his step in a hurry.

“What’s wrong?” The music stopped.

At that moment, Lydia clutched her chest and fell backwards.

I caught her in my arms before she could touch the floor.

A loud gasp came from the audience, and some stood.

“I fucking warned you, you stubborn woman,” I yelled at her in my head, holding her soft body against mine. I started towards the exit, but Marcus came into my view.

He stretched out his hand.

“Hand her over.” He said.

1 glared at him.

Lydia was taking deep breaths; she was struggling.

“Out of my sight, jerk,” I moved past him, slanting my body so we don’t collide.

s wrong with her? What did you do to her?”

He was walking behind me.

“I fucking told someone to call the ambulance, and none of you did; if anything happens to her, I swear…” I yelled as I stepped out into the night.

“What did you do to her? Where are you taking her to?” His voice was loud. He looked distressed as he passed his hand over his hair, trying to keep up with me.

Lydia’s hand dangled on the side, and I paused and adjusted her in my arms.

I scoffed so much with the fake care. “Answer me, Mason.” He yelled.

I got to my car. My driver opened the door at the sight of me.

“You’d fucking stay out of this, you moron,” I said and walked to the passenger side, which was open.

Thelped Lydia into the back seat, lying on her back.

I collided with Marcus as I stepped out.

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Tell me what’s wrong with her. Please, where are you taking her to

His voice cracked, and his eyes looked past me. I see the concerns and worries in his eyes and this further made m

Who the hell did he think he was to worry about her so much?

I closed the door; the glass was tinted, so he couldn’t see her anymore.

I stood and puffed out my chest. We held our gaze.

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