Sir madame has run away again (Lily and Carson)

Chapter 342

“You will benefit from helping me crush Carson Boyer. His company is relatively large. After ruining him,

you can take over his company and make your wealth.”

“That reason of yours is quite ridiculous. First of all, I have no reason to help you. Second, taking over

another company is not a one-word affair. Besides, you’re still his wife, so don’t forget that half of his

company is yours,” Eric reminded me.

“I am not at all interested in his company or wealth. If anyone helps me, I am willing to do

anything!” This statement came from the bottom of my heart. I never thought of using his money in the

five years I’ve been married to him, much less now.

“Are you willing to do anything? He is sure?” Suddenly Eric looked at me.

Without thinking twice, I resolutely replied: “Of course!”

“You really are a totally stupid woman who doesn’t know how to respect and love herself. I am really

disappointed that you would degrade yourself for such a man!” Eric exploded abruptly before turning on

his heel and walking away.

Baffled as to why he lost control, I stood there in stunned silence for some time before my mind kicked

in and I ran after him. He was walking at a brisk pace, so I had to run after him before I caught up with

him in the car. On the way back, he was silent and didn’t say a word. A little depressed inside, I wasn’t

in the mood to talk either. If I’d known his emotions were so volatile, I wouldn’t have said so much. Look

what happened now! All my efforts were in vain; now it’s an empty dream to wait for your help.

When the car pulled up in front of my house, Eric unlocked the car door and let me out. Glimpsing his

disgruntled expression, I didn’t give him a break either, just mumbled a ‘bye’ before turning around and

walking into the house. Likewise, he did not delay and immediately fled.

I entered the house in mild dismay. When I got to the courtyard, I could hear my dad’s laughter – from

the living room. Looks like he’s in a good mood today. Opening the door, I saw Dylan sitting with my NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

dad

at home, playing chess. They both stopped when they saw I was back, turning their gazes to me.

“Why do you look so downcast?” my father asked.

“It is not me.” I approached them and sat down.

“Is it because you didn’t eat enough during dinner?” Dylan asked jokingly.

“How did you know that?” I asked instead. I really hadn’t been sated over dinner tonight. I was

depressed after being mocked by Eric and I didn’t even eat much of the food I ordered, so now that

Dylan mentioned it, a pang of hunger really hit me. “I’m going to look for some food in the kitchen. You

two continue with your game.

“There are no leftovers tonight, and Mrs. Fant has gone home, so you will have to cook yourself

something,” said my father.

“Oh, so troublesome? Forget it then. I will consider it as a diet.”

Hearing this, Dylan burst out laughing. “It’s okay, you don’t need to cook. How about I invite you to

dinner?”

“I’m too lazy to move.”

“You don’t need to move. You just need to go with me and eat.”

“You should go. It’s still early now, and that will save you the trouble of looking for food in the middle of

the night when you get hungry,” my father coaxed.

“With the weather now, eating grilled kebabs and drinking beer is the greatest pleasure in life!” Dylan

deliberately exclaimed.

“Okay, you don’t have to tempt me. I’m not going to work tomorrow, so I’m going to be mad at you this

time.”

So I went out with Dylan. After we got into the car, Dylan asked, “Did Mr. Hawkins said you went out to

dinner. Why didn’t you eat enough? Did something happen?”