Chapter 1165 - I’m Downstairs
The man’s wispy fringe lay damply on his forehead, revealing his handsome face. The extravagant black silk pajamas accentuated his tall and attractive figure, with him exuding a cold aura.
As Lu Yeming stood in front of the bar counter, he opened a bottle of vintage red wine, pouring a little into a tall wine glass. He sipped the wine nonchalantly and the rich taste of the red wine spread in his mouth.
Just then, there were two knocks on the door, followed by his trusted right-hand man, Fan Men’s voice. “Duke.”
“Come in.”
The door opened and Fan Men entered.
“Duke, the duel will happen in three days, but we are still unable to locate Third Young Miss Jun’s whereabouts.”
Lu Yeming turned around and perched himself slightly on the counter, his deep almond-shaped eyes glancing at Fan Men. “No need. She’s already here.”
What?
On a certain level, he and Feng Lihen had reached a consensus. Feng Lihen had agreed not to touch her. Both of them would collaborate in achieving their goals – Feng Lihen would obtain the North Duke’s position and he would obtain the antidote.
But now an unknown panic was slowly spreading in his heart. Such a panic made him feel uneasy and helpless. For some reason, he had a premonition that she would leave him.
Gu Mohan picked up his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
…
In the room upstairs, Tang Mo’er had just showered and she was drying her long hair with a towel. Her ravishing face was rosy pink from the steam of the hot shower. Her luscious lashes quivered and her red lips were daintily red. She was a sight to behold.
A melodious cell phone ring tone sounded as she received an incoming call.
She picked up her cell phone and there was a name on the screen. —- Mr Gu.
Mr Gu had telephoned her.
After hesitating for a few seconds, she picked up the call.
“Hello.” His low and deep voice came over the phone.
Tang Mo’er bit down lightly on her red lips and did not answer.
“I’m downstairs.”
Tang Mo’er promptly walked to the window and drew the curtains.
There was a street lamp and the lamp shone down on his Rolls-Royce Phantom, which was parked there. Enveloped in the shadows, he was like an Emperor in the darkness, and one could hardly ignore his presence.
“Come down.”
He asked her to go downstairs.
Tang Mo’er looked down, gradually stretched her hand out and hung up the phone.
She did not want to hear his voice anymore.
She could not withstand his seduction anymore.
Sitting in the luxurious car, Gu Mohan heard the ‘duut duut’ sound of the phone being hung up.
She had never behaved like this towards him before.
Why?
The panic and terror in his heart loomed larger, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Gu Mohan pulled open the car door and alighted the car. The guard of the West Palace blocked his way. “Sir, I’m sorry, this is the West Duke’s residence and you cannot go in.”
“Open the door.”
A voice was heard.
The guard looked up towards the balcony, where a tall and handsome figure was standing. Lu Yeming.
“Understood.” The guard promptly pulled the main gate open.
Gu Mohan walked in and looked up. His deep narrow eyes collided with Lu Yeming’s cold almond-shaped eyes. Without speaking a word, he stood below Tang Mo’er’s room.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message —- I want to see you.
In the room, Tang Mo’er saw him enter. One was upstairs and the other was downstairs.
He said he wanted to see her.
But Tang Mo’er did not reply.
Soon later, there was a “Beep” sound as his message came again —- I want to ask you something. Your marriage with Feng Lihen is fake, right?
—- Tang Mo’er, you don’t have the guts to forsake your husband and son.
—- Mrs Gu, I miss you.
Tang Mo’er’s pristine eyes were filled with luminous tears. Just then, there was a clap of thunder and the rain poured down.
She quickly looked outside the window. It was an autumn shower and the rain had come on suddenly, bringing with it gusts of cold wind.
In an instant, Gu Mohan’s clothes were soaked.
The raindrops glided down from his handsome face and his white shirt stuck damply to his muscular body. As he stood in the torrential rain, he continued to wait for her downstairs.
When she saw him standing there waiting, Tang Mo’er’s heart wrenched in pain.