LOVE ME HATE ME

Late at night.

In the villa of the Lance family, which was located in the prime area of City A.

Eleonora Balton looked around the luxurious and a little dreamy big living room, and felt strange as well as heart-wrenching.

Home!

This was her home with Quentin Lance. They had stayed here for a year.

There was a hint of helplessness at the corners of Eleonora's mouth.

She put away today's newspaper. In the newspaper, her husband, Quentin, held a beautiful woman in his arms.

This kind of rumor news would appear in newspapers, magazines and even on TV from time to time.

Eleonora had already gotten used to it.

She feebly snuggled up on the sofa, folded her legs, and withdrew her scattered eyes. A stream of cold liquid slipped from the corners of her eyes unconsciously.

Outside the door, the dull footsteps sounded. However, no matter how familiar it was for Eleonora, it was enough to make her flustered when she heard it.

Eleonora quickly wiped away the tears at the corners of her eyes.

He had said that he hated women crying the most.

If he saw her tears, he would be unhappy again.

Eleonora couldn't help straightening her back.

The door opened.

The living room suddenly became so quiet that she could hear his somewhat rapid breathing.

Eleonora turned her head and saw his handsome and arrogant but unusually cold face. There was a slight sense of drunkness in his cold eyes.

He drank again.

Eleonora couldn't help shivering.

Although he was her husband in the past year, he was like a passer-by in the home.

He always came here from time to time. Every time he came, Eleonora would suffer psychological and physical pains. When he was drunk, he would cause a great pain to Eleonora.

His arrival made Eleonora feel a chill rising from the bottom of her heart in July.