Chapter 50 A Light Touch Would Send You Shivering In Pleasure

Bianca had to admit that with this man around to protect her, she was feeling doubly safe.

Which woman in this world would not like to be protected by such an outstanding man?

However, whenever you feel that the man was the right person, you would still end up getting

yourself hurt. It was only when you were ladened with wounds that you would understand that love

could be as sweet as honey and at the same time, it could suddenly become as cold as the blade of

a knife.

What would this man leave for her in the end? She did not know, and neither could she afford to

bet on it.

Bianca did not say anything to Luke until they reached the entrance of her residential area.

She did not plan to invite Luke in as she did not want him to know which floor and which unit she

lived in. Otherwise, he might suddenly appear with his kids at her door.

She was now sharing rent with Nina.

If Nina saw them together, it might bring up some unnecessary misunderstandings.

At the office, Jason and Sue had misunderstood her relationship with their boss. That had been

awkward enough. She did not want to cause another misunderstanding about her private life.

Besides, she had just broken up with Jean not too long ago. If Nina saw that she was being escorted

home by Luke so soon after the breakup, even if Nina believed her, it was unavoidable that Nina

might mistake her for a promiscuous woman.

“Mr. Crawford, have a safe trip back.” Bianca passed him his coat without looking up.

Luke stood about half a meter away from Bianca and lowered his head to look at the coat. The pure

black coat was being squeezed tightly by her delicate and fair hands.

He did not receive his coat.

Under the neon lights, Luke lit a cigarette and took a drag from it before looking at her. He asked

with a deep voice, “What are you afraid of?"

Bianca was afraid of him as a whole. His perfect physique, noble identity, each of his movements

that appeared so regal no matter how minute it was... All of him made her feel that she could only

look from afar and not get closer.

“Mr. Crawford, why do you need to make life difficult for me?”

"Why do I need to?” This question made Luke take half a step forward. He was now standing right in

front of her. Right at the moment when she had the slightest hint of wanting to avoid him, he raised

his hand and caught her lower jaw, caressing her with his thumb before answering, “I have my

reasons for making life difficult for you.”

Bianca looked into his unreadable eyes.

“What is his reason for making life difficult for me?

“Is it a global man's disease that the best things are those that remain unattainable? Once they

successfully conquer it, they'll gradually lose interest. With a wave of a hand, I'll then be worthless,

and finally, I'll regain my freedom again?’

Bianca turned her head away slightly. Her jaw was released from the man’s long and strong fingers.

The hand that was still holding the cigarette lifted. Luke placed the cigarette between his lips, but he

still had no intention of retrieving his coat from her.

Bianca was feeling exasperated and decided to be forthcoming about it. “I hope that Mr. Luke will

show me mercy and not play these games with me. I believe that you don't have a lack of women

around you. Thin or plump, tall or short, you can have any woman you want.”

Luke blew a puff of smoke in her direction. With arched brows, he said, “Continue.”

Bianca stood against the neon lights. Her eyes shone brightly from the reflection of the lights. They

looked as if they had tears in them. “I do not wish for any riches or fame in this life. I only want a

stable and healthy life. Thus, I have no intention of grabbing on to your legs, Mr. Crawford, nor do I

have any dreams of turning from Cinderella into a princess.

“I believe that there are plenty of other women who are praying fervently that they can grab on to

your legs and go above others. From A-list actresses, daughters of powerful men, aristocratic young

ladies... Any of them can be your pick, Mr. Crawford...”

Luke gazed deeply at the woman in front of him. On the surface, he looked expressionless, but on

the inside, his heart was going through a heavy storm where the ocean tossed and crashed around.

Had he ever willingly tagged behind a woman?

Even his mother had never received such treatment from him.

Did she not notice how he had humbled himself for her?

“Do you think that anyone can grab my legs as they please? For you who had easily shivered in

pleasure when my third leg lightly touched you, you're now setting up a gateway,” Luke said some

unruly things toward her with a cold expression.

Bianca looked up in shock. Even the neon lights could not mask the blush that crept up her cheeks...

“Wait for me in this spot. You can let your imagination run wild about what your consequences will

be for disobeying me,” Luke said. He then took his coat from her hand while taking a drag from his

cigarette before turning to leave.

Bianca was left stranded on the spot in a daze.

Luke's back view was tall and straight, filled with authority.

She closed her eyes and could not help but compare. “No matter how much alike Luke is to Senior

Crawford, he is not Senior Crawford at all. The former is a gentleman, a prince charming. The latter

has a wicked tongue, a bad temper, and makes everyone want to avoid him.

“There is such a huge personality difference between these two men. How can these two be the

same person!’

Bianca was lost in her thoughts and did not notice an Audi Q5 approaching from the corner of the

street.

Jean, who was frowning in the driver seat, made Marie's mood sour as well. He planned to drive to

one of the parking lots at a nearby hypermarket when Marie suddenly called out, “Stop the car!”

Without looking at Marie, Jean said annoyingly, “The road is not your house. We can't stop

anywhere we like.”

“I saw Bianca. Stop the car!” Marie shifted her gaze from outside the car to glare at Jean. “Your

darling is just outside. Aren't you going to stop the car?”

As expected, Jean's expression changed when he heard Bianca's name being mentioned.

Marie was utterly disappointed and felt that the baby inside her was a joke. She screamed at him,

“Didn“t you reprimand me for being the cause of you losing your darling? Alright, I will put in a few

good words for you right away and help you to reconcile with her!”

Ignoring Jean, Marie immediately opened the door and stepped out.

Jean wanted to call her back, but nothing came out of his mouth. He merely frowned, turned his

steering wheel, and drove toward a parking spot.

Bianca was shocked to see Marie appear.

"How interesting to see your expression like this. You didn’t expect to see me in this area, did you?”

Marie was expressionless as she stared straight at Bianca before her lips moved again. “It was so

easy to find out where you live. You seem to have forgotten to tell Claudia Clinton that we sisters

aren't on good terms.”

Ever since Claudia and Bianca had bumped into each other that one time, Claudia knew where

Bianca lived.

As Kevin's wife, Jennifer had to follow her husband back to his familial home at Luojiazhen. Out of

curiosity, Marie followed them back a few times.

Each time Claudia heard that the Raynes were back, she would always go over to find out how

Bianca was doing. After a few trips, Claudia became familiar with Marie.

In front of others, Marie would always hide her dark streak and acted like a pure and innocent girl,

thus Claudia never suspected anything.

Bianca recalled what she had heard during the day about Marie being pregnant with Jean's child.

There was no anger within her. Instead, she was a sea of calm.

“When are you and Jean getting married? Don't forget to let me know. I'm happy that both of you

have found love in each other.” Bianca somehow felt that both of them were a suitable match for

each other.

"Why? Are you acting tough despite all those wounds in your heart? I will not laugh at you even if

you admit that you are heartbroken that I snatched your boyfriend!” Marie's voice may not be loud,

but each word was piercingly painful.

Bianca chuckled. “It's just a pair of shoes that I have grown tired of. I felt that they were dirtied and

torn, thus I threw those shoes into the bin. Whoever picks them up afterward has nothing to do with

me. What should be thrown is already thrown. There's nothing for me to be heartbroken about.”

With that said, Bianca noticed that Marie could no longer hold back a stoic expression.