My Paranoid Lover (Lance Mason)

Chapter 207

I looked out too and saw an aeroplane taking off. I didn‘t know why but I thought of Lance Mason. I wan

ted to know if he was doing fine……

Maybe I was just starting to not get used to not having Lance Mason being nosy around me. He has be

en in my life for so many years and now I finally got to get rid of him.

“Jennie?” Anthony called me, pulling me back to reality. All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, sorry.” I apologised. “Hazel?” I repeated. He nodded and looked at me.

“That‘s a nice name.” I smiled while thinking of a woman who looked just like me and maybe a bit older.

It was such a sudden trip,

Hazel Weasl… thankfully I brought my luggage with me.

After we boarded the plane, it took off in fifteen minutes time, I looked down at the city.

Goodbye, Lance.

I slept through the flight and I felt happy because I was going to a country where my sister used to live.

After we landed at Singapore, Anthony‘s driver came and fetched us back to Anthony‘s mansion.

Singapore is an island country, and the temperature here is high. Singapore is small but its population i

s large. I saw a lot of people walking on the street. I felt happy

to be able to visit such a beautiful country.

Anthony didn‘t live with his parents. He bought a mansion in this beautiful neighbourhood. Although he

Hazel Weasl… didn‘t stay in Singapore much anymore, he still didn‘t want to sell this house

away. He kept it for whenever he came to visit, he said.

His mansion was surrounded by trees and there was a manmade lake beside his mansion.

Anthony opened the front door for me, “Welcome to my home.”

I smiled at him and said, “Thank you.”

I saw a man standing beside the door and greeted him. His chamberlain was a man who is in his forties

.

“This is Ben.” He introduced him to me.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Gomez.” Ben looked at me.

“Nice to meet you too, Ben.” I said.

I saw a lot of Hazel‘s picture hanging on the wall.

Hazel Weasl..

But I didn‘t see Anthony in any picture.

That‘s weird. But I didn‘t think much. I just thought that maybe Anthony didn‘t like to take photos.

It had been three days since | arrived here. And Anthony hasn‘t brought me to Hazel‘s grave.

Anthony‘s mansion looked good from the outside but when I walked in the enormous

mansion, I felt creepiness crawling on the back of my skin. The curtain was down and the only source o

f light was the chandelier light on the ceiling.

I didn‘t think too much about it, i thought maybe Anthony didn‘t stay here much anymore, that‘s why it fe

lt a little creepy and not very home–like.

It was the third day that I dreamt of

a woman who doesn‘t have a head standing on the third floor of this house, And her head was floating i

n the air right beside her body.

I screamed when I realised it was Hazel, my sister. I woke up after I saw her face and I gasped for air.

My heart was beating so fast that I thought my heart was going to pop out from my chest. I had a bad f

eeling about this dream, it felt so real. So real that I started to cry because I was so afraid.