The Billionaire's Ex-Wife Returns!
Chapter 39: Why Did You Leave Landon?

Chapter 39: Why Did You Leave Landon?

Lucy stared at Landon’s message for a long time. Her heartbeat was racing against her ribcage and breathing seemed to become harder to do.

This was the first time they had contacted each other for the past three years. Although Landon didn’t know it was her, Lucy still felt suffocated by the thought that he was getting closer to her.

She stared at the message for a bit longer until her breathing calmed down.

Lucy felt lightheaded, but she resisted the surge of emotions that were about to spill through by ignoring him.

She didn’t need distractions right now. What Lucy needed to do was finish all her plans so she could go back to her daughter quickly.

So instead of returning home after a day of working, Lucy stayed and continued her work, hoping it would somehow make her forget him.

She didn’t know how long had it been since she got lost in painting the walls, but the sky was now dark with stars dusting all over it. The guard also came just in time as she snapped out of her focus.

The guard looked surprised when he saw her.

"Miss, you’re still here?" he asked her gently.

Lucy grabbed a towel and wiped the paint from her wrist.

"I’m working overtime so I can finish quickly. Is there something wrong?"

The guard looked around her. The lights inside the place were not turned on. How did she see in the dark and paint?

"It’s time to close the gates..." he paused briefly before he continued, "But if you wish to continue, I can wait a bit longer."

Lucy thought she should continue. The faster she could finish the job here, the faster she could go home. But she really shouldn’t inconvenience a considerate old man like the guard.

"Thanks, but I think I’m done here."

Lucy left the building as soon as she packed her things. The guard was kind enough to follow her in the dark and make sure she got out safe and sound before parting ways with her.

Taking the taxi, Lucy thought of going home. But Landon’s message earlier had messed up her rhythm somehow. So, she went to the only place where she could get her mind off of him.

The taxi stopped beside a crowded establishment. Considering the people lining up in front of the door, the place was popular.

"We’re here, Miss."

Lucy thanked the taxi driver before paying him.

She strode towards the bar and lined up with other people. Perhaps, she made a haste decision to go there without thinking because now; she was gaining more attention to herself. Especially after she realized that she hadn’t changed out of her paint-stained dress.

She must’ve looked ridiculous in their eyes.

Lucy ignored the attention she was getting. She wasn’t there for them, anyway. Two enormous walls of human meat and muscle greeted her. The bouncers, she guessed, scanned her from her head to her toes. Their signature piss-off eyes frowned at what they were seeing.

And Lucy felt guilty she didn’t come here with her hottest outfit.

"Do you have an ID?"

Lucy produced her ID and let the bouncer check it carefully.

After a long stare, the bouncer returned her ID and let her in.

The bar was even more crowded inside. The beam lights were going crazy everywhere as countless bodies writhed to the rhythm of the blasting music the DJ was playing in the back. Lucy headed straight towards the bar counter and ordered her drink.

Lucy sat alone at the bar, drinking while calmly watching the boisterous crowd go crazy on the dance floor. As time went on inside the bar, more eyes instinctively moved towards her. She could feel it in her skin as the fine hair on her body seemed to stand up.

But no one came up to hit on her. Not after one after another man approached her, only to leave in disappointment.

An imposing shadow slid into the chair next to her. Lucy turned uninterestedly to see a man with an imposing look and a long scar on his face.

The man didn’t turn to face her as he spoke to the bartender.

"I’ll have what she’s having."

Lucy raised an eyebrow, amusement piqued inside her.

She watched in silence as the bartender paused momentarily before getting the man’s drink.

The man touched the rim of the cup with a look of wonder. But the next second, he poured the liquid inside the glass into his mouth in one big gulp.

"Cough, cough!"

The cool scene was suddenly ruined by the sound of coughing coming out of his mouth. The man sputtered as he felt disgusted with what he had just drunk.

Shooting Lucy a disapproving look, the man accused, "That wasn’t alcohol."

Lucy shrugged. "I didn’t say it was. Nor did you ask."

"What is it?"

"Squeezed lemon juice with salt."

The man wiped his mouth with a disgusted expression and ordered the bartender to get him something strong from the shelf of alcohol before he turned to Lucy.

The light shone brightly on him. He looked scary and intimidating. Especially with that grotesque diagonal scar running across his forehead to his left cheek.

"This is the first time we’ve seen each other again, isn’t it?" the man looked Lucy up and down with curiosity. "Has it been four years?"

Lucy didn’t reply as she took a sip from her drink, drawing another disgusted look from the man, who had a taste of it.

"I heard you left without a word. So, why are you back?" The man continued to question her, even though there was a chance that Lucy would deflect them. "Does Landon know you’re here?"

Lucy forced down the urge to flinch at the mention of his name.

Looking back at him, "Are you going to tell him?"

The man smiled. "Do you want me to?"

"That’s up to you." Lucy turned her attention back to the crazed crowd on the dance floor, feeling a bit nostalgic after meeting someone she knew in the past.

The man shifted beside her and turned around as well.

She waited patiently with all her nerves bunched into wires. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t nervous at all. If he told her he would, then she would be forced to find another way to execute her plans.

It was a mistake to come to the bar. She should have known she would soon meet someone that had links to her and Landon’s past.

"I won’t tell him," the man finally said. "But that depends on what your answer will be to my questions."

Suddenly, a rough hand wrapped itself around her forearm, forcing her to face the man.

She was met with fierce and angry eyes.

"Why did you leave Landon, Lucy?"

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