It's Love That Blinds Him
It’s Love That Blinds Him – Chapter 80

With a terrible headache and a hangover, Lucia slowly opened her eyes and saw the dazzling sunlight streaming through the windows. She rubbed her forehead and frowned slightly. It was only when her eyes gradually adjusted to the light that she realized she was not in her room.

She looked around the room she was in and found that it was decorated in a pure American style, where every piece of furniture was brown. There was a romantic and warm atmosphere, but for Lucia, it was as if a disturbing coldness had invaded her.

‘Where am I? Hotel? Or elsewhere?’

Lucia vaguely remembered that she had drunk too much yesterday. Lowell wanted to drop her off at the cafe, but when they arrived at the cafe, Kenneth had already closed for the day. In order not to disturb Kenneth, Lucia did not call him, but asked Lowell to take her wherever he wanted.

‘Oh my God… It’s…’

Not daring to finish the thought, Lucia lifted the duvet and looked at herself. She still had all her clothes on, but they were a little wrinkled from a night’s sleep. There was also the lingering smell of food. Lucia let out the breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. It was lucky she didn’t end up sleeping with Lowell in his drunken state. She silently breathed a sigh of relief. Otherwise, she wouldn’t know how to confront Lowell or Malcolm.

Lucia quickly freshened up and pulled on her wrinkled clothes. When she found she couldn’t straighten them, she gave up with a g***n. Then she opened the door and went out. Not surprisingly, she saw Lowell in the living room. He was already dressed and making tea.

“Look, I bought you a new set of clothes. You can change into them. Last night’s clothes stink of alcohol,” Lowell said softly, pointing to the paper bag on the couch.

With a grateful smile, Lucia took the paper bag and returned to the bedroom. In fact, she had felt uncomfortable in her old clothes, which stank not only of alcohol, but also of smoke and last night’s stir-fry. When she opened the paper bag and looked inside, she found that Lowell had been considerate enough to even get her a new set of underwear. Her lips curved into another smile as she quickly put on the new clothes. In a haze of relief, she didn’t stop to wonder how or why Lowell knew her size.

After changing into the new set of clothes, Lucia felt much more relaxed. When she returned to the living room, Lowell handed her a cup of tea and asked her to sit down.

“You seem to like tea a lot,” Lucia said after taking a sip of the smooth tea.

“Yes. I make a cup of tea whenever I’m in a stressful situation. It helps me keep a cool head,” Lowell replied, while pouring himself another cup of tea.

Lucia raised her eyebrows and said nothing. She was just an ordinary woman from a modest background, and her taste was neither elegant nor noble. What she loved most was chatting with her friends while drinking beer and eating stir-fries. Every time she found herself in a stressful situation, she would get drunk and pass out. This way all the tension would pass. When she woke up the next morning, it would be a brand new day.

“What would you like to eat for breakfast?” I’ll drop you off at the cafe after that,” Lowell said casually, glancing at Lucia. “

Some porridge, fried dough sticks and pickles,” Lucia said seriously after thinking for a moment.

Lowell nodded just nodded without saying anything. Seeing his reaction, Lucia stuck out her tongue slightly, suddenly embarrassed. She knew that rich people like Lowell probably wouldn’t eat such ordinary food for breakfast. “Let’s go,”

said Lowell got up, taking the last sip of tea.

Lucia also got up and went out with him. According to Lucia’s wishes, Lowell took her to a regular restaurant and bought her everything she wanted to eat. After that , he drove her back to Kenneth’s café.

“Lucia, are you sure you won’t consider living in my house?” There are a lot of pieces. And best of all, no one will harass you there.” Lowell brought up the subject again while driving. “

Nah, don’t worry. I wouldn’t be so polite if I had to,” Lucia joked, lightening the suddenly refuse it again.

Lowell didn’t respond to this and just drove silently the rest of the way. When they arrived at the entrance to the café, Lucia got out of the car. After murmuring a thank you to Lowell, she entered the café without looking back.

Those two sweet words she said to him contained enormous gratitude: she was grateful to Lowell for giving her company while she mindlessly expressed her feelings, and she was even more grateful to him for not having had had s*x with her while she was drunk. .

Lowell did not drive until he saw Lucia enter the cafe.

As soon as Lucia opened the door to the cafe, she saw Kenneth standing behind the counter. Before she could even greet him, Kenneth rushed in like a gust of wind with a nervous expression.

“What’s wrong, Kenneth?” Lucia asked, narrowing her eyes.

“Bad news… Look at this,” Kenneth said anxiously, tossing today’s paper to Lucia.

Lucia quickly leafed through the newspaper. When she saw what Kenneth was talking about, her face darkened. It seemed that last night at the food stand, she and Lowell were photographed by a reporter. Lowell stood with his back to the camera, but Lucia’s face was clearly visible. Anyone who had these photos would assume she was having fun with another man.

“Evans Group CEO’s wife and an unknown man were seen together at a food stall at midnight. Is the whirlwind marriage falling apart?”

These are the words that were printed in large letters at the top of the article. In less than two days, Lucia’s name was once again in the headlines. Lucia felt a pang of guilt as she stared morosely at the newspaper in front of her. She had forgotten that she was in the teeth of the storm. Every thing she did was monitored, because she was still Mrs. Evans. With this news, it would be impossible for Lucia to clear her name. Swallowing, she closed her eyes. She could imagine that she would be bombarded with one problem after another.

It was the worst phase of his life.

In the Evans group

There was dead silence in the room. A row of people stood with their heads bowed, none of them daring to make a sound. In the swivel chair sat Malcolm with a grim face. He tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers as he surveyed the room. Then, suddenly, he threw the newspaper on the desk at the row of people standing in front of him, staring at them with piercing eyes.

“Who can explain this to me? What’s going on?” he shouted harshly.

“Sir, I called the newspaper company to stop the distribution. We also sent people to collect the newspapers that have already been published. But…” Bob stopped, looking at Malcolm hesitantly.

“Don’t tell me it’s impossible. I want every copy of the journal collected. No one should be allowed to have these journals!” Every word came out of Malcolm’s clenched teeth.

“Yes, sir,” Bob said meekly.

“Enoch, let’s go. The rest of you, take care of this before noon. Don’t let me see this news again after that,” Malcolm ordered coldly.

Then he stormed out of the office, followed by the rest of the people. After leaving the office, Malcolm got into his car and sped down the road. On the way, he remained silent. His eyes were impassive except for a trace of sadness. Enoch, who was sitting in the passenger seat, remained unusually silent.

Soon, with the shrill scream of sudden brakes, the car stopped at the special entrance of the hospital. After getting out of the car, Malcolm slammed the door behind him and strode into the hospital. There he went straight down the spiral staircase to the basement. The people gathered there seemed to have already seen today’s newspaper, because as soon as they saw Malcolm enter, they quickly lowered their heads and remained silent.

Sitting down in the middle, Malcolm looked at everyone with sharp eyes. Enoch, who had just followed Malcolm, tugged at his tie irritably, undid the top two buttons of his shirt, and plopped down on the chair next to Malcolm’s.

‘Damn it. How could this have happened before our watchful eyes? Where is this photographer from? Whoever he is, he must not fear death. The first problem hasn’t even gone away and we’re already facing another one!’ Enoch kept cursing in his head. Of course, he didn’t have the courage to say those words out loud.

“Sir, please punish me.” It’s my fault,” Kaleb said, lowering his head in shame.

“What happened?” Malcolm asked coldly.

“We’re keeping an eye on Ms. Evans like you asked. We found out that she had left the cafe and gotten into a car. We had barely been monitoring her movements for a while when our entire surveillance system was hacked. It was like a cruel joke. We tried to catch the culprit, but whatever it was, it kept dodging us. We worked on it all night, but we couldn’t find its location at all. It wasn’t until the morning, when she came back to the cafe, that “We found her. The person who hacked our system seems to have disappeared into thin air,” Kaleb said.

“Who is this hacker? Have you identified him yet?” Malcolm’s lips were pressed together in deep thought.

“We couldn’t identify the man who was photographed with Ms. Evans at all. We looked up his license plate number, but it turned out to be a fake. But we’re sure it’s the same man who came for her last time. Another force is preventing us from investigating this matter,” Kaleb replied, choosing his words carefully.

“Carry out a thorough investigation. Leave no stone unturned. As long as he is in S City, you must catch him ” ordered Malcolm coldly.

“Yes sir.” After that, Kaleb turned around and returned to his place with the rest of the men.

They all began to bury themselves in the search for the identity of the mystery man. They were supposed to be the Evans family’s most notable intelligence team. How could they tolerate being fooled by a random stranger like this?

Noticing how intimate Lucia and this unidentified man were in the newspaper photo, Malcolm became increasingly furious. His bloodlust was completely inflamed. He stared daggers at Lucia’s beautiful face in the photo, which seemed to be covered in tears of sadness. An inexplicable emotion rose within Malcolm, but it was quickly replaced by white-hot anger.

“In three days, this press company should no longer exist. As for that reporter, he should never be able to work in this field again,” Malcolm said coldly, looking away from the photo. “That’s

understood,” Enoch said with a nod.

Standing up, Malcolm grabbed the car keys on the desk and turned to leave. Enoch got up to follow Malcolm, but after some thought, he sat back down, picked up the phone and started giving orders. “Malcolm has to go out to see Lucia, doesn’t

he- right?” Although Enoch couldn’t say for sure, it was obvious that Lucia held an important position in Malcolm’s heart. Now the question was, could Lucia handle Malcolm’s punishment? After all,

the The only thing Malcolm hated most in the world was betrayal.