Chapter 1385: Chapter 1385: The More I Can’t See Through Him
After recalling what happened last time, she felt furious.
"What are you here for?" Ye Lu turned her face away, her tone cold and rigid.
Third Young Master Jun gazed at her with dreamy eyes and smiled faintly: "I missed you. I wanted to see you, so I came."
Ye Lu’s lips curled into a sarcastic sneer: "Is that so? You came to see me because you missed me? I doubt I have such luck. You must have another purpose for attending this banquet! If it’s not me you’re here for, then why pretend like this?"
He hadn’t reached out, not once, since their last aloof parting. He hadn’t cared for her, nor had he checked on her.
She truly couldn’t understand why he could become so indifferent, treating her like someone irrelevant, with no concern—not even for their unborn child. Her stomach still carried his child.
She felt so exhausted, finding it harder and harder to see through him.
"Lu’er, being too clever isn’t a good thing—it only causes unnecessary suffering!" Third Young Master Jun stretched out a hand quietly, brushing against her temple with an unclear tone and a subtle self-mockery.
A trace of sorrow flashed in Ye Lu’s eyes, an undeniable sadness. As expected, he wasn’t here for her, not even pretending to be.
"Well then, is there anything you need my help with?" She laughed indifferently.
Since his purpose didn’t involve her, it must be someone else at this gathering.
Third Young Master Jun stared at her but suddenly found himself unwilling to see that disappointed yet indifferent gaze of hers, as if she had already given up on him. Her quiet heartbreak struck at his core.
He pulled her into his embrace, resting his chin on her shoulder, his voice hoarse yet tender: "I do need something... Let me lean on you, just for a while."
He closed his dreamy eyes, his lips losing color, and his fingertips began trembling faintly and uncontrollably.
If you’re going to act, the best kind of performance is when the fiction becomes reality.
Recently, the episodes had become significantly less frequent. With his formidable willpower, he would soon be able to suppress them completely. But he needed this opportunity to stay openly, capitalizing on the moments of weakness to achieve his goal during the episode.
At this banquet, it was certain that there would be someone from the Godfather’s side watching him. To avoid suspicion, there had to be a reasonable and convincing explanation—a genuine, uncontrollable incident.
Of course, pretending to have an episode simply wasn’t an option. No matter how skilled an actor he was, he couldn’t deceive the Godfather’s discerning gaze. The only choice was to let it happen for real.
Thus, he had timed the episode precisely. Before leaving, he had placed poisons within sight to tempt himself but forbade himself from consuming them.
And now... the onset had begun.
His consciousness gradually grew hazy as he leaned against her shoulder, his hands instinctively tightening their grasp. Beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead, sliding down his cheek and landing on her neck.
Ye Lu started to sense something was awry, feeling the weight of his body pressing heavily against her, as though he suddenly lacked strength. The cold, damp sensation dripping onto her neck shocked and confused her further.
"Hey, what’s wrong with you?" She tried to push him away, lifting her head to look at him.
But he let out a low murmur: "Don’t look at me... Stay like this with me... Can we finish this dance together?"
His voice was unexpectedly gentle and drifting, making it difficult for her to refuse him in that moment.
After a while, Ye Lu became increasingly concerned. Pressed close against her, his body was trembling uncontrollably, though subtly. Despite his effort to suppress it, she could still feel his shivering.
Just then, a server announced the arrival of the Ji Corporation and the Stanley Family.
Everyone present was shocked.
