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Chapter 88 As Long As I'm Sure That I Love You, It’s Enough "Your friend gave me her key." Luke

explained how he got the key in his hand.

Bianca glanced at him to signify that she understood, but her eyes were still red and swollen from

crying.

Luke suddenly took two steps toward her to check what was going on with her. However, when he saw

that she was frightened by him approaching, he took several steps back.

It was clear that she was dodging him instinctively.

Luke did not know why she was avoiding him.

He carefully recalled that she did not reject the hot kiss when he leaned on her body in front of the car

before going to bed when they were still in the small town last night. In fact, she was receptive most

times and responded enthusiastically.

Since they were in the car with the old man in the morning, he did not talk much with her due to the old

man's presence. However, when they were conversing normally, she did not show such an alienated

attitude toward him.

It only started in the afternoon when he tried calling her but she did not answer even after multiple calls.

There was no other way, so he went to her house to look for her.

When he arrived at her neighborhood, her friend Nina just came out.

Nina took the initiative and said, "Boss, I know you're in a relationship with Bea, but... Why is Bea being

weird today? Is there something wrong between the two of you?"

Luke did not know what was going on, so he could no longer wait and rushed over as soon as the

meeting was over.

To be honest, the meeting was very perfunctory.

It was actually unprecedented within T Corporation.

The person giving the presentation was very serious, but the boss who was supposed to be involved in

the set of data was staring into space. He had been frowning, thinking about something that no one

knew.

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"It's late. What are you doing here?” Bianca had not sorted out her emotions from that day and did not

want to say anything to him yet.

Moreover, it was inappropriate to talk about that matter at the time being.

At that moment, Grandfather, who had been playing with the bird on the balcony, got up from the

rocking chair. After giving the bird one last glance, he opened the balcony door and walked back to the

living room.

When Grandpa saw Luke standing at the door, he was surprised. He asked his granddaughter, "Bea,

Jean is here. Why are you making him stand at the doorway?"

Bianca looked at Grandpa.

There were too many things buried in her heart. However, there was an advantage to that, which was

at the critical moment, she could understand what was important and what was not. She needed to

check whether the matter was worthy of a breakdown.

When her dad with lung cancer was not around, naturally, Grandpa's health became the focal point.

Everything else about Luke and herself could be discussed later.

"Jean, come in and sit down." Grandpa greeted his grandson-in-law.

Luke nodded.

Bianca looked at him walking toward the sofa in the living room and sitting down.

"Bea, pour Jean a glass of water." Grandpa sat on the other side of the sofa and ordered his

granddaughter who was standing still.

Bianca had no choice but to go to the kitchen to get water for him.

"Here." She brought the glass of water and walked toward the sofa.

Luke reached out to take the glass of water. However, when he took the glass over, he also grabbed

her hand.

Bianca quickly retracted her hand as if she had gotten an electric shock or was bitten by something.

Since the old man was sitting across him and he was not in a good position to speak out, Luke just took

the cup calmly and placed it on his right side. His gloomy face looked at Bianca.

Bianca's little face looked bleak.

"Have you been crying?" Luke asked even though he could tell.

"No," Bianca retorted immediately.

The man gave her a long, deep look. He did not let it go. "So why is the area around your eyes red and

swollen?"

Bianca glanced at Grandpa worriedly and lied. "I didn't sleep well in the old house last night. When I

can't sleep well, my eyes become this way."

Since Grandpa could not see well, he did not notice the changes in his granddaughter's eyes without

his glasses. He merely thought that it was just the young woman's makeup.

In Japan, the old man saw a lot of young girls' various makeup looks.

Although his eyesight was not that great, the old man's ears still worked well. He could tell when

something was wrong between the grandson-inlaw and his granddaughter. The way they spoke

sounded weird.

'The two of you can go ahead and talk. I need to go back to my room to lay down. Sitting in the car for

the whole ride tired me out." After speaking, the old man staggered back into his room with his cane.

There were only two of them left in the living room.

Luke got up and grabbed her wrist without letting her dodge him again. When she tried to break free

from his grasp silently, the man took her to the kitchen even more forcefully.

When they got to the kitchen, Bianca looked up at the man in front of her. She said numbly, "I don't like

it when you do this."

Luke looked at the woman being uncharacteristically condescending. His thin lips tightened as his eyes

grew colder.

"Your overbearingness, your bossiness, I don't like any of it." As Bianca talked, her eyes reddened. She

looked up into his eyes. Thus began her acting skills that were comparable to a professional actress. "I

didn't

spend these two days together with you because I like you. It's because I was motivated by my sheer

vanity."

Luke clenched his big hand on her wrist tightly.

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"Jean betrayed me. I was eager to find a man to help me save my dignity. Since the man who came to

me is the boss of my company, I have no reason to refuse it. It felt so good finding a man better than

Jean to hit him and his mistress in the face.’ Bianca laughed.

"You used me?" Luke looked at the tears in her eyes where he could vaguely see his reflection.

"Yes." Bianca blinked. When her upper and lower eyelashes touched, her tears fell. "After I got my

revenge, I learned that Jean and his mistress are getting married and that they'll be having a child.

When I heard about that, I was devastated and desperate. I was as sad as when I found out that my

dad had cancer."

As Bianca talked, she cried even harder. So much so that her hands started to tremble. "I wanted

everyone involved with it to die. Jean, the mistress, and myself. This kind of bitter hatred, everyone

else becomes unimportant and that includes you."

"Do you think I'll believe this nonsense of yours?" Luke said with a serious face. He frowned and

continued talking in a strong cold voice, "Your excuse is not valid. In fact, I don’t care who you love. As

long as I know that I love you, it's enough."

Bianca did not have the energy to talk to him too much since he was not going to believe it anyway.

However, when she heard those heartfelt words from Luke, her scalp went numb and she had chills

running down her whole body. It was because of that invisible special relationship that could never be

overcome.

In the small enclosed space of the kitchen, the smell of Luke permeated everywhere. It was cool,

smelled good, and one of a kind.

Bianca exhausted all her strength to keep the distance that they should keep. She rejected his kisses

and his aura, but the man's hidden charm seemed like a virus. It spread around, blending into her

breath, and getting sucked into her body.

It felt as if her entire body was completely infected.

She said that she would stay away from him and run away from him, but when she was actually face to

face with that man, she tried to be optimistic. 'What if he isn’t Allison's biological son?' 1

However, that probability was too slim.

Luke was a calculating man. If Allison was not his mother, how could he not know it?

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