Three Years Wasted I Married Mr. Right novel Chapter 235

Lucas gently lifted her chin, leaning in so close that his breath, heavy with liquor, washed over her face. "Don't believe me? Do you even know who | am?" he drawled, voice thick with confidence.

The girl nodded, eyes wide. She said, "Yeah, | know."

"Then you should know—if there's one thing I'm never short on, it's money,’ Lucas said, practically radiating ‘big spender’ energy.

The girl peered up at him, shy and starstruck. She said, "Mr. Westwood, if | serve you well, is there any chance you could help me?"

Suddenly, Lucas let go of her, leaning back on the couch with a bored air. He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, letting the smoke drift lazily from his lips.

The girl was clueless about what she'd done to suddenly make him lose interest.

Her eyes were rimmed with tears as she pleaded, "I swear, this really is my first time. No one's ever touched me before.”

Seeing her stare at him so desperately, like a little puppy about to be thrown out, Lucas felt a twisted sense of satisfaction he couldn't quite explain.

The image of Sophia treating him like he was nothing flashed through his mind, and a dark, nasty urge for revenge swelled up inside Lucas.

He thought, ‘Sophia, you really think I'm hung up on you?

‘If you didn't still have a little use left for me, | wouldn't even waste my time on you.’

Lucas hooked a finger under her chin and blew a lazy cloud of smoke right in her face.

The girl coughed softly, looking so pitiful and wronged—just like a puppy about to be tossed aside, so adorable it tugged at your heart.

Lucas couldn't help but smile, feeling a deep, twisted sense of satisfaction. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Nina. You can call me Nina," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Lucas rolled the name around in his mind. He said, "Nina, huh? That really fits your personality."

Nina snuggled into his arms, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of his pricey designer shirt.

"Mr. Westwood, are you going to be my sugar daddy?" she whispered, voice trembling with hope.

Before long, the room was filled with the unmistakable sounds of passion.

Three hours later, all traces of passion had faded, and the room was quiet. Lucas was passed out cold on the couch, totally knocked out.

Nina carefully slipped free from his embrace, stretching out her aching lower back. She glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping man, not a trace of softness in her eyes.

A sly little smirk curled at her lips—no sign of that bashful, scared girl left.

She quickly slipped her clothes back on, making sure to leave a bracelet behind, along with a few other subtle hints for Lucas to find her again. Then she opened the door and slipped out.

Downstairs, she hopped into a taxi. The man inside spotted the fresh hickeys on her neck, his gaze flashing with a hint of smug approval.

He handed her a check and said, "Here's your payout, just like we agreed. You nailed it—boss threw in an extra 200 thousand for a job well done."

Nina took the check, glanced at the fat number written on it, then snapped her finger against the paper with a sly, satisfied smirk.

"Don't worry. Give me a month and he'll be crazy for me—tied up in knots, losing his damn mind,” she said coolly.