It'll Come Naturally
Chapter 1421 Prostitute (Part Three)

"I am very sorry for what happened today," Michelle apologized, wondering whether this could make him less angry. It was a long shot but she said it anyway.

"Do you know what you did wrong?" Although Luke was only Edward's bodyguard, he also had his own unique and strong presence. Michelle felt frightened and backed a few steps as she saw him casually raise his eyebrows.

"I admit that I shouldn't have gone out to drink so late. But I don't think that I was wrong to punch that low-life piece of scum," Michelle said defiantly. She soon forgot her initial plan to play soft, getting defensive after seeing his overbearing manner.

"In that case, why did you call me instead of solving the matter yourself?" Luke said, a little irritated. Although he had tried his best to suppress his anger, he still had the urge to strangle her to death. In fact, he already considered it a miracle that he could hold his temper for this long and didn't let it explode.

"It was the police officer who asked me to send for my parents. I had no choice but to give your number to him," Michelle said in a weak voice. She was his wife, and she didn't think that it was still appropriate to call his father in this case. If her father came, he might burn the police station down. Her father got quite a temper and did not respect the police force. He actually had quite a few unpleasant encounters with them! It was a miracle or rather it was the loopholes in the laws that made him walk freely on the streets. "You sound as if you are the one wronged and I'm the one who deliberately put you into trouble." Luke narrowed his eyes and gazed at her with his raging eyes. His voice was solid but it trembled at certain points of uncontrollable fury.

"I didn't mean that. Since you are not happy about it, I will not call you next time." Michelle swallowed hard and didn't know where to look at under his intense gaze.

"Next time? There's going to be a next time? You mean you will find yourself in trouble back at the police station again?" Luke asked in a piercingly cold tone. If Edward hadn't talked to him earlier that night, he would not have been so calm. She should feel lucky. "There are so many bad guys out there. I can't assure you 100% that I won't run into them in the future. Otherwise I should just stay at home and be locked up here all day long and just become a grumbling and nagging housewife. Is that what you want?" It was true that she loved him, but that didn't mean that she would bend over backwards and lock herself up in a dungeon for him. In this case, Michelle would not be Michelle anymore. She would become a ghost.

"Very good. You have a gift of a gab. It seems that I have stuck my nose into your affairs tonight. My apologies." Luke said sarcastically as he looked deeply into her eyes. He sneered and turned around to leave.

"Hey, wait. I am here at your disposal. You can do anything, if you want to beat me up or scold me, I will not complain." His indifferent manner was emotional abuse to Michelle, and that was more of a blow to her than any kind of beating or scolding. That was why she couldn't stand it anymore earlier tonight, and went out to have a drink.

"Beat you up? To be honest, you don't deserve me lifting my hand. It's not even worth it." He didn't mind what she would think about him, cruel or ruthless, anyway, he wanted her to know that he didn't care for her a tiny bit.

"Then why did you marry me? Huh, Luke? Why?" Michelle bit her lips, her face ghastly pale.

"Because I needed to have a wife, and you happened to be there, just pestering me. That's all. I thought we were already clear about that. And I thought I had told you that I hated repeating myself!" Luke pretended that he did not notice her depressed expression. Every word that tumbled out from his mouth was like a rusty needle that pierced her heart.

"Anything else? Don't you feel anything for me? Any emotion at all?" Distressed, Michelle closed her eyes and waited for the answer. She felt hurt as much as she loved him.

"No. And don't ever expect to get a tiny bit of love from me. It's late. Go to sleep now. Oh and before I forget, if possible, try to stay away from your old way of life. You know, the lowly filthy type." Luke knew that it was over the top for him to say this. But considering the general interests of all involved, he didn't want Michelle to bring trouble to this family. For example, Michelle's background came into conflict with Daisy's profession. Military officers and gangsters were enemies and Michelle's identity was a huge threat for him. "Okay, I see." She had told herself that she would never cry. But seeing Luke leave so resolutely, she could no longer hold back her tears. So again, that night with a broken heart that was further broken, she cried her eyes out. She grieved that she loved him to the bones, but what she got in return was nothing, except the desperation that almost destroyed her world.

Luke paused a while when he heard her cry. Without turning his head, he decidedly left. He would not allow himself to have any feelings for her, not even pity on her. Not even one tiny bit.

Michelle found her life changed dramatically and overturned. She no longer rode her favorite Harley and whirled in the streets of S City. Nor did she meet and collaborate with other gangsters to join the turf wars with other groups. Instead, she either stayed at home or at Edward's mansion. Soon, she lost her usual energetic and cheerful spirit, giving in to the strict and formal rules of higher society.

"Aunt Michelle, what are you looking at? There are nothing other than clouds in the sky. Are you waiting for pies to fall from the sky or something?" Justin suddenly appeared beside her. He raised his head and looked up the same way as Michelle did, to see what made her so engrossed in the sky, but he saw nothing special.

"Oh, hi Justin, there you are! You already came back from school?" Michelle took her gaze back down from the sky and pinched Justin's young and rosy cheeks.

"Yes I did! Aunt Michelle, you haven't told me what you are looking at in the sky," Justin looked at her and asked persistently, his head turned gracefully.

"Nothing. I just feel really bored. Let's go back inside." Michelle stood up from the bench. Now she was pretty much like an angel whose wings were broken. She could no longer fly in the vast sky, restricted to some limited space with an invisible chain that was stronger than any piece of steel.

"It's said that only a genius could feel that life is lonely. I didn't expect that ordinary people would have the same feeling." Justin sighed and shook his head. He walked into the house first with a pitiful look, leaving Michelle behind. Michelle's mouth twitched. She stood there dumbstruck, forgetting even how to respond.

"Michelle, Michelle, what are you thinking about? I called you so many times but you didn't seem to hear me!" Cynthia frowned and patted her on the shoulders.

"Oh! Mom, you are back. Sorry, I have drifted off, daydreaming." Michelle said and smiled apologetically, feeling embarrassed, "What happened to you recently? I notice that you always seem to appear distracted." Cynthia cared about everyone in this house, and she could observe the slightest weirdness immediately. Michelle's strange behavior had finally got caught in her radar.

"Probably it's because I haven't gotten used to the life here. It will be better after a period of time. Don't worry, I'm gonna be right." Michelle flashed a forced smile. Even though her relationship with Luke did not exactly qualify as a real relationship, not once had she ever thought of reporting this to his mother. That was not her character.

"Is it because of Luke? Did he say anything that made you unhappy? He is a good man. He is just cold and indifferent to people. Don't be too bothered about this. You should try to do something to make him change, make him be more excited about you." Cynthia knew that it would be very difficult, but who knew how it would end up without even giving a try?

"Mom, I know." Michelle smiled bitterly. Perhaps even the warmest sunshine would be unable to melt the most frozen piece of ice which was undeniably the one in Luke's heart.

Michelle had thought that as long as she devoted herself into loving him, she would be duly paid back with his love. But she didn't expect that all her efforts would have no effect on him. She never wanted him to be that enthusiastic about her. She only wanted him to accept her love, to allow her to express her love to him.

Love is a complicated thing in this world. It depended on how one perceived it. Now she was caught in a dilemma and wasn't sure how to continue. She didn't want to blame anyone for this. Her only regret was that she shouldn't have agreed to this marriage set up so rashly.

Leena still had to drink the herbal medicines everyday. The bitter flavor almost made Leena throw up every time. Seeing Leena's miserable expression, Kevin thought that he needed to take some time from his busy schedule to visit the hospital and discuss it with Tom. "Major General Gu, what brought you here?" Tom teased when he saw Kevin drop by his office unexpectedly.

"Who knows? Maybe I was carried here by the tailwind. Are you still busy now? I kind of wanted to have a talk with you." Since the last time they talked to each other, they got along quite well. So Kevin didn't have qualms about exchanging any banter with Tom. "So you came here especially to talk to me?" Tom was a little surprised. He had thought that Kevin came here with Leena to visit Patricia. It was always the case. At least in this hospital, it was strange to see Kevin here without his wife with him. "Yes, pretty much." Kevin glanced around the room and then sat on the sofa without waiting to be invited.

"What do you want to talk about? It's about Leena, I'm sure." Tom knew that try as they might to keep the truth from him, Kevin would sense it. It was only a matter of time. And he was right. Kevin had come today, wanting to find out the truth.00000☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐☐