Page 40 of Obsessing Over His Favorite
He carried her back to the master bedroom, laying her down gently on the mattress.
His eyes flicked over her face—lined with concern and tension—but his mouth stayed fixed in a hard, pissed-off line.
Then, he pulled away. The knee resting on the bed shifted down as he stood abruptly, turning on his heel and storming out of the bedroom.
He marched straight to the guest room. The door slammed open with a bang as he strode in and yanked her suitcase off the floor. Dragging it behind him, he returned to the bedroom like a storm.
He tossed the suitcase near the closet and flung it open with a violent snap.
Clothes flew as he grabbed them in fistfuls, shoving them back into drawers and cabinets with no care or order. The sound of hangers clattering and fabric rustling filled the room in a storm of his rage.
Then he spotted the letter.
The breakup letter she had written.
He snatched it up, his hands shaking with fury as he ripped it into jagged pieces, the paper tearing loudly in his grip. He threw the shredded bits onto the floor in front of her.
“I don’t want to see crap like this ever again,” he growled. “Don’t even think about leaving me, Emily. This is your last damn warning.”
Emily’s breath came out in shaky gasps. Her body trembled slightly, stiff as a board. Her eyes didn’t move from the ruined paper on the floor.
Lucas stormed back to the bed, his jaw tight with frustration. He flipped off the light, plunging the room into darkness, then climbed in beside her. He turned toward her, his arm sliding across her waist. In one sudden motion, he yanked her back, making her fall flat against the mattress.
She tried to slide out of his grip, but his arm tightened around her waist. He yanked her back roughly, forcing her back against his chest. He held her tightly. Possessively.
His face buried into the curve of her neck, his breath hot and uneven.
Emily stayed motionless, her muscles locked, every part of her on edge.
His breath was steady behind her, but hers was uneven. Her thoughts raced, tangled with confusion and fear.
‘Why did he react like this? Why was he so angry? Wasn’t he the one who wanted to end things with me?’She stared into the dim room, her thoughts spiraled in the silence. ‘Could it be… was it never him who wanted to break up? Was it me—before I lost my memory—who was already disappointed and wanted to leave him?’
The silence between them stretched. Lucas didn’t say a word. Just held her there, as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go.
Eventually, exhaustion overtook her, and despite the discomfort and tension still clinging to her body, she drifted off. The fear dulled.
***
At the breakfast table, Lucas sat with his usual calm exterior—except for the tight clench in his jaw. He placed a cup of coffee in front of Emily without a word, sliding it in her direction.
Emily’s shoulders tensed. Emily glanced at it, then turned away, not touching it.
Lucas’s composure cracked. His eyes darkened, jaw tightening. Without a word, he stood up—the chair scraping harshly against the floor. He grabbed his jacket and walked out of the house, slamming the door behind him.
Dillon, who had been standing nearby, turned toward Emily, watching her with a disapproving gaze.
“Ms. Crawford,” he said, his voice icy as he fixed her with a cold stare. “Don’t you think you’ve been acting a little too spoiled lately?”
He stepped forward slightly, hands clasped behind his back, staring straight into her eyes like he was scolding a misbehaving child.
“You’ve been ruining Mr. Cantrell’s mood almost every day. And today, he even left without having breakfast. Don’t you feel any guilt or shame? As his girlfriend, you should care more about him instead of acting this selfish and ignorant.”
Emily stayed quiet, back straight as she calmly ate her omelette, her expression indifferent.
But Dillon didn’t stop.
“A day ago, you let him sleep on the couch. And this morning, you didn’t even accept the coffee he offered,” he said, his voice clipped. “Mr. Cantrell has back-to-back meetings today, and you’re just adding to his stress. You made him angry before the day even started. How can you be this inconsiderate?”
