Love Contract

Chapter 373 Extra Story Probably Destiny (Part Two)

"Well, what are you still doing? You've already recognized me, you fool!" Lucas struggled desperately to break free from her clutches.

"Number 53, your medicine is ready."

The doctor's voice echoed from the small speaker beside the window. Jazlyn quickly grabbed the medicine and ran away. 'Wasn't he the guy I met that night? I should escape right away!'

The pressure on his throat was finally removed. Lucas heaved a deep breath and noticed that she was escaping. He quickly got up, regardless of the crowd in the hall, elbowed his way through the crowd and ran out while yelling, "Jazlyn! Stop! You fucking stop! I said stop! II

Jazlyn quickened her pace even more when she heard the sound of Lucas's footsteps getting nearer. Was this man some sort of sticky candy? She had already given him money. What else did he want? Alas!

She rushed to the car parked on the roadside. She clasped the roof of the car with both hands and jumped inside, quickly getting into the driver's seat.

"What happened?" Aisha was sitting in the passenger seat with a pale face.

"Nothing." Jazlyn was a little short of breath. She threw the medicine to Aisha, started the car, and drove into the main road, quickly disappearing along with the passing cars.

"Jazlyn Xu!" As soon as Lucas got out of the hospital, he didn't even get the chance to see the back of the car. He was so enraged that he kicked the fire hydrant on the pavement. "Damn it! I almost had her!" Before he finished talking, he felt a sharp pain coming from his toes. He took a deep breath, crouched, and groaned as he held his foot. "Jesus Christ, that hurts!"

The following day, Lucas didn't dare to touch his back. He fell too hard when Jazlyn managed to knock him down. What the hell was she even doing? How could she act more violent than a man?

While he was lost in thought, someone rushed into his office.

"Lucas!" William entered the room and said, "Something really odd happened!"

"Well, what was it?" Lucas asked in a hurry. "Did something happen to you and Mary?" Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

"I... I think I saw an illusion..." William leaned on the table, using his hands as a support. His eyes began to widen. "No, it wasn't an illusion. It was real! I saw Mary!"

"William... Are you joking right now?" Lucas's face darkened.

"No! You don't get it!" William's face turned even more serious. "What happened was... Once, I saw Mary in a mall. I was certain that I saw her, but later on, she told me that she never went to the mall that day! And just now, what happened was even more horrible. I saw her inside a cafe, but she called me, and told me that she was stuck in the office because she couldn't leave. What the hell is happening to me? Isn't it creepy? Did I really mistake someone for Mary? I even held her hand. It just seems so impossible..."

Lucas nodded knowingly. "I see."

"Tell me, Lucas, am I going crazy?" William urged.

"That's how it sounds," said Lucas, turning to look at William. "Oh, it was just your imagination! It was just in your head! Made up! Do you understand? Not real!" "You... Do you really think I'd be that bored? Why would I have to imagine Mary when I could go see her any day?" William glared at him. "I saw someone, but it wasn't her!

"Then, I suppose she isn't bored enough to play with you? Trust me, you're going crazy," Lucas said with a shrug. As soon as he moved, he groaned in pain once more.

"Maybe you're right." William sighed and frowned.

As he was rubbing his back, Lucas suddenly remembered something. "By the way, I asked you to get information about Jazlyn Xu. How is it going?"

"You weren't even listening to me!" William scoffed, "I found out about something."

"What? Tell me!" Lucas asked anxiously. "What does she do?"

"I hear she's a reporter. And a Chinese-American."

"A reporter? Unbelievable! Are reporters that good at fighting?"

"Compared to you," William snorted, "anyone could be called good at fighting!"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Lucas couldn't hold back his anger and refuted, "I can fight! I'm not a loser! Besides, it's not like reporters can bring weapons around."

"I never said you were a loser!" William chuckled. "I don't believe she's a reporter either, but I couldn't dig up anything else on her."

"Really? Maybe she's a gangster!" Lucas's eyes narrowed, as if he figured it all out.

'Tm not sure about that, too," said William. He stood up and straightened his clothes. "All I know is she's attending the celebration party of Mary's movie." "Who? Jazlyn Xu? She's going? I'll go too, then!" Lucas jumped for joy. "William, can I borrow some of your men to catch her?"

"She's only there for an interview. You want me to arrest her? You're the crazy one!" William raised his eyebrows and shook his head in disbelief. Suddenly, something occurred to him. He put his

hand in the pocket of his suit and took out a piece of paper. "By the way, this is the portrait you drew last time. Here, take it.

"What" Lucas grabbed it and frowned. "Why did you keep this"

With a sardonic smile, William said, "It took you half a morning to sketch that. How could you expect me to throw that away so easily?"

Lucas stared at Jazlyn's portrait. William walked towards him, patted his shoulder, and said, "Enjoy it. I'm leaving!"

"Ouch!" Lucas slapped his hand away and said, "That hurts!"

"You're getting even weaker by the day!" William cackled and said, "Anyway, I really have to go."

"Just go already! Leave!" Lucas touched his nose and said, "Just keep in mind what I told you. Go home and get some sleep. Don't imagine too much! Or I'll tell Mary!

"Fuck off!" William roared. He then opened the door and left.

After watching him leave, Lucas sat back at his desk, and took another look at Jazlyn's portrait, laughing like a villain.

'Jazlyn, I'm not letting you get away next time! This is my destiny, isn't it? I'm destined to have my revenge!

Revenge, I say!'

Tm going to tear up your damn portrait!" He placed his hands on the A4 paper. When he was about to tear it to shreds, he stopped and frowned. 'Tm the one who drew this. Why should I destroy it? Oh, what the hell. I'm keeping it!"

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