Fake Marriage: Love Takes Me To You - Chapter 489 Apartment No. 1

All of a sudden, Megan was held by Lucian from behind. She couldn’t believe that he would suddenly become so soft that he even put his chin on her shoulder.

“Let me go.” Megan wanted him to let her go of his own accord, so she didn’t struggle much. However, how could Lucian be an obedient person? He still put his whole body on her.

Lucian was totally different from the man who had just made a scene. Megan couldn’t stand his sudden change.

“Why don’t you trust me?” Lucian approached Megan greedily and wouldn’t let her go.

He had seen her back for many times. He wouldn’t look at it this time.

Megan’s heart softened a little. She felt the warmth of Lucian. How happy it was to stay in his arms.

However, the happiness here did not belong to her.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I believe in time. Victor and I have known each other for too long. I don’t… Hmm…” Before she could finish her words, Lucian pressed her against the wall and covered her mouth with his lips.

Megan’s eyes were wide open, and she couldn’t resist. She was completely pressed against the wall by Lucian, and her shoulders were firmly fixed on the wall by his two hands like nails.

She shook her head and didn’t let Lucian kiss her lips, but it was undoubtedly a stupid resistance. Because this could only make Lucian more excited. In order to punish Megan, he bit her lips hard and stuck his slippery tongue into hers.

‘What the hell is going on?’ Megan

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he wind when the wind blew.

Victor coughed a few times, and another stream of liquid gushed out of his throat. As he was at home, he could cough freely without any disguise. He had had enough of that outside, so he felt more comfortable at home.

After coughing, he went upstairs to his mother’s room on the second floor. As soon as he opened the door, a damp smell came. But the things in the room were cleaned by Victor, which was very clean.

He had specially seen the spider plants on the windowsill, which were neatly placed and had already lost their vitality.

Victor looked at the flowers for a long time and couldn’t come to himself. It seemed that these flowers indicated something and made him a little sad.

The room was so quiet, but his heart was full of joy. Victor gradually remembered why he came to L City. The simple reason was that he must take revenge, even now.

He cheered himself up and began to write things down on the paper, as if he was writing about what he was going to prepare, or the process of action. He had endured it for so many years, and it was time to stop.

Now he was going to take back everything that had been taken from him. Victor wrote with a pen in one hand and pressed the paper with his other clenched hand. Everything went on so quietly, just like what he had faced in the past. He would not let anything go.

Victor was writing on the glazed tea table. It was so quiet around, but he was used to it.