It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 60

Life was peaceful, almost exceptionally. Lucia had thought that the headlines would at least earn her a lesson from Wilma. After all, the Evans family was not allowed to be involved in such scandals.

However, the following week was surprisingly quiet. At first, Lucia remained cautious, thinking it was just the calm before the storm. But after a whole week passed, she started to relax. No storm would take this long to arrive.

Slowly but surely, Lucia and Malcolm’s relationship returned to normal. However, Malcolm became busier with his work. The two rarely saw each other during the day.

Since Lucia had resigned and started leading a quiet life, she would get up late in the morning, and Malcolm would have already left for work. She could only see him when he came home from work at night. And more often than not, he would come home late and welcome her to bed.

‘This beast… He never gets tired? He has s*x with me several times a night. Won’t he die from having f****d too much?’ Lucia pushed those thoughts out of her head, realizing that she shouldn’t curse her own husband like that.

The other details of her life during this time made her feel like something was wrong, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was.

Most of the time, she slept in the morning and didn’t get up until noon. After that, she would go to Kenneth’s cafe, where she would spend most of the afternoon.

There she met this strange man almost every day. But the two never spoke. At most, they greeted each other with a nod. Lucia would immerse herself in reading her novels, while the man would do his own work. Oddly enough, he always appeared at the same time, which was peak time for the cafe, with the most people. So every time the two would end up having to share a table.

For the first few days, the man asked Lucia’s permission before sitting at the table, but after that it seemed to become a natural routine for both of them.

Lucia grew accustomed to sitting in front of a man who was neither a stranger nor a friend. He too seemed to be getting used to this tacit system of sharing a table. When they left, they waved goodbye silently. Sometimes Lucia was the first to leave, and other times he was the first.

‘A monster.’ It was Lucia’s most direct assessment of him.

One day, as Lucia was getting up, the dull pain in her stomach made her give up on the idea of ​​going out. She went back to bed and wondered if she should see a doctor. However, the pain was not constant. It was more of an intermittent pain that was more like a woman’s contractions during childbirth.

Grimacing in pain, Lucia curled up into a ball. Maybe because the pain was unbearable, or maybe because she was too exhausted, but eventually she dozed off.

When Malcolm entered the house, he couldn’t find Lucia. Only when he entered the room did he see her curled up in the bed with a pale face. He walked towards her worriedly and touched her forehead. It wasn’t hot or cold, which meant she didn’t have a fever.

With the touch of Malcolm’s hand, Lucia awoke and her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes. She hadn’t slept soundly, so there was still exhaustion in her eyes. She looked at him dazed for a few moments before becoming alert. She turned her head slightly to check the time and found that it was only three o’clock in the afternoon. She had only slept an hour. But why had Malcolm returned home at that time?

“Are you not feeling well?” Malcolm asked with a frown.

“No. I had a stomach ache. I feel much better now,” Lucia explained simply.

“Come on, let’s go see a doctor.” Malcolm’s tone was firm.

Lucia wanted to refuse, but she was too embarrassed to tell him the reason.

“Why are you back so soon?” » she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Don’t avoid the problem. I’ll either have the family doctor come here or I’ll take you to the hospital right away,” Malcolm said.

“It’s just menstrual cramps! What should I tell the doctor?” Lucia said rolling her eyes.

This time it was Malcolm who desperately wanted to change the subject. Embarrassment was written all over his face. It was the first time Lucia saw him with such an expression, so she couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Malcolm’s face darkened. He climbed up Lucia and pinned her under his body. His dangerous eyes narrowed at her.

“Wildcat, you’re getting bolder these days,” he said.

It was hard for Lucia to stop laughing, but finally she said, “No, no. Sir, please spare me!” Looking down at the irresistible woman beneath him, Malcolm suddenly leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. Then he patted her buttocks and urged her to get up quickly. Wondering why he was in such a hurry, Lucia gave him a questioning look.

“We have to go somewhere. Hurry up,” Malcolm urged, getting up from the bed. “There’s a party tonight. Do you want to go with your pajamas and your hair disheveled?” He raised his eyebrows at the woman in front of him, who was slouching lazily. “

Should I go?” Lucia asked flirtatiously, pouting at him. .

“No, but who knows what they’ll say in tomorrow’s headlines,” Malcolm threatened casually.

Curling her lips in annoyance, Lucia finally got up from the bed. After freshening up a bit and changing into casual clothes , she left the house with Malcolm. Today, Malcolm didn’t drive alone. Instead, he called the driver in advance to pick them up. Once they got

in both in the car, the driver quickly took them to their destination. When the car stopped, Lucia looked out the window with an unsurprised expression. The driver got out of the car and opened the door for them . Malcolm got out of the car first, followed by Lucia. Holding Lucia’s waist, Malcolm walked into the club.

Luxurious wasn’t enough to describe this place. All the stylists who worked here were at the top of their game. They did not work for celebrities in the entertainment circle, but rather catered to upper-class socialites. The socialite divas were clearly distinguished from the actresses. In their eyes, no matter how famous an actress was, she was always below their level. They wouldn’t share anything with anyone below their level, including stylists. After all, they only wanted what was best and most unique.

At the wedding, Lucia called Allen to do her hair, which would probably be frowned upon by the socialite divas.

“Mr. and Mrs. Evans, please follow me,” a staff member said, giving them a ninety-degree salute of respect. After a small nod from Malcolm, he began to lead the way for the two of them.

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Lucia glanced around the club. She realized that the employees here must have been trained in every detail, including their expressions. Their smiles were succinct and professional. She couldn’t find a single fault to nitpick. However, there seemed to be a bit of disdain in their eyes. Of course, Lucia knew that their contempt could not be aimed at Malcolm, and that it had to be towards her, a woman from a modest background.

Most of the upper class people as well as the people who worked for them were still shocked that Malcolm had married a woman like her.

Soon, they arrived at a VIP room. The staff knocked on the door, which opened quickly. A male stylist and several assistants bowed respectfully to them. After looking at them coldly, Malcolm entered with his arm around Lucia.

“Ms. Evans, this is a catalog of the clothes we have prepared. You can see the clothes in person there. If you need anything, please tell me. Here is the list of handbags, shoes and other accessories. Please take a look first. We will explain everything in detail later,” the stylist said respectfully.

As he spoke, Malcolm picked up a financial magazine handed out by an assistant and began reading it. Lucia glanced at Malcolm, then looked at the attendants around her. A strange feeling rose in his heart. Thrust into an unfamiliar situation like this, she couldn’t help but feel confused. “What am I supposed to do now?”

Am I supposed to select a set of clothes from this catalog? Or should I let the stylist choose something for me after giving them my opinion? Or should I just go see the clothes in person?’ These questions gave Lucia a headache. She couldn’t understand how getting ready for an occasion could be so complicated. In the past, all she had to do was choose clothes to wear, after which a stylist would suggest a hairstyle that would match those clothes.

Noticing the hesitation on Lucia’s face, Malcolm gestured for everyone else to leave the room and give them some privacy. With a respectful nod, the stylist led his team of assistants out of the room and closed the door behind them. Then, Malcolm looked at Lucia.

“Wildcat, remember, you’re Mrs. Evans now. You just need to tell them what you like. They don’t get to make decisions for you,” Malcolm explained.

Listening to him, Lucia felt that it was not really a good thing to have a high status. She had felt much more comfortable being a regular person. Muttering to herself displeasedly, she looked through the catalog in her hand. She didn’t know how or when, but when she finally looked up, she saw the stylist and his assistants standing behind her again, waiting for her signal.

‘Wow… They look like slaves! she thought. She had often seen stylists boasting outside, but in a place like this, they had to bow to their clients. What a sad side of human nature!

Setting the catalog down, Lucia stood up, walked past the crowd, and began looking through the clothes hanging on the rack. All of these outfits were from the biggest luxury brands in the world. As Lucia looked through the clothes one by one, the people standing behind her broke out in a cold sweat. She stopped at a certain outfit before shaking her head and continuing to look at the rest of the clothes. It seemed like she hadn’t found anything that satisfied her.

“This one,” Lucia finally said, pulling out a cheongsam.

“Mrs. Evans…” The stylist wanted to say something, but held back his words out of respect.

“What’s wrong?” Lucia asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Sir. Evans is going to wear a western-style suit, and the party is also a western affair. Cheongsam may not be appropriate for this occasion,” the stylist explained.

Lucia didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked carefully at the cheongsam in front of her. Covered in high-quality embroidery, it didn’t look as conservative as a traditional cheongsam. The neck line had an oval cut, which would reveal her cleavage just the right amount. As for the back of the dress, it was backless, up to the waist. The structure of the dress was designed to show off a woman’s curves. At the bottom, it bunched together into a fishtail. Although it is a cheongsam, it cannot be classified as traditional.

“Really? Can’t a cheongsam look good next to a suit? Can’t the beauty of the oriental shine through at a western party? Or is there a rule that only Western-style clothing is allowed there?” Lucia said coldly, dispelling the disdain hidden in the stylist’s words.

Rendered speechless by Lucia’s words, the stylist looked at her in bewilderment. Before this meeting, he had a lot heard about the new Mrs. Evans. He had dealt with countless worldly divas before, and even the pickiest of them would abandon their initial choices after listening to his advice. Therefore, he had expected this that Lucia, who came from a humble background, listened to his advice without question. But at that moment, even he was intimidated by Lucia’s domineering aura. “

Yes. Please follow me,” he replied respectfully. This time, the disdain in his tone was completely gone. Any intelligent person would remain silent in this situation. Looking at the scene before him with indifference, Malcolm knew that his

wild cat could. handle perfectly without any help from her. She might look like an innocent pet on the surface, but the moment she was provoked, her claws would come out. When

Lucia came out after putting on the cheongsam, the stylist and his assistants had to admit that the outfit she chose suited her best. They realized that she was not a humble person who had no taste, nor was she desperate to follow the latest trends like worldly divas. She had her own thoughts and opinions. It wasn’t easy to control her or shape her opinions.

Looking at Lucia in the tight cheongsam, Malcolm’s eyes deepened with desire. Sending him a satisfied smile, Lucia turned to go out first. But soon, she found herself grabbed by him and pulled to his side. The two left the club hand in hand.