Chapter 245: Chapter 245: Living in Your Heart (Part 9)

"When... can we be together without sneaking around like this?"

"Five years." She finally spoke, "Can you wait?"

Nathaniel’s gaze slightly narrowed, "The date of the deal, was it because he saved you, so you need to stay by his side for five years?"

Lucy didn’t know how to respond to him, Jacob was really too smart.

He could even guess that.

Her silence in his eyes amounted to tacit agreement.

Jacob pressed his forehead against hers, "He saved your life. No matter his intentions, I’m very grateful to him. Trading one life for five years of waiting is really worth it to me. With you, my life is complete."

She gave him a kiss, "I love you."

——

Lucy Eaton’s car was driven back to Northriver by Nathaniel’s men.

Lucy herself drove Sophie’s car and returned to Charles Sharp’s house at six in the evening.

Charles Sharp wasn’t home, and the housekeeper and servants seemed unfriendly to Sophie, barely acknowledging her.

It was clear how unpopular Sophie was in their daily lives.

Using Sophie’s phone, she called Charles Sharp, who answered, though his tone was chilly, "What is it?"

"Where are you?"

"Having dinner outside."

"Come back later. I have something very important to tell you."

The line went silent, Lucy checked again and saw it had been disconnected.

She didn’t know if Charles Sharp would come back later, so she decided to wait.

Since this wasn’t her home, she sat quietly on the sofa and played a mobile game.

Forty minutes later, Charles Sharp returned.

Lucy put away her phone and looked at him, "Charles, I have something to tell you."

"Speak."

"Don’t stand so far away, come over here."

"Are you going to talk or not?" he frowned, clearly running out of patience with her.

"Do you know I’ve been fooling around with other men outside?"

Charles Sharp squinted, staring at her for a couple of seconds, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I slept with another man outside."

"..."

The living room was excessively quiet, Lucy watched him, his expression unchanged, as though it wasn’t him getting cuckolded, "Aren’t you angry?"

He found her words cryptically absurd: hadn’t she already brought men home before?

Yet she still asked him if he was angry?

"Are you deliberately trying to provoke me?" Charles’s eyes showed no emotion, "But unfortunately, even if you died, I wouldn’t feel a thing."

Lucy fell silent, feeling there was nothing more to say, grabbed her bag, and stood up, "I’m going back to my house. I won’t be returning for a few days."

As she passed by Charles, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

She paused, meeting his gaze.

"What’s the matter?"

Charles’s gaze moved from her head to her feet.

Wearing flats, she was taller than usual, more than her usual heels.

Her manner of speaking was off too; Sophie was usually sarcastic and harsh, while her tone was devoid of such elements.

"Don’t go back, otherwise your mother will call me again."

"Then I can go out and find a man, right?"

Any other day, Charles wouldn’t pay her any mind, but here and now, not only was he not leaving, he was advancing on her.

Lucy stepped back, "What are you doing?"

He kept approaching her, pushing her against the wall, his gaze probing and scrutinizing.

"Who are you? Why are you impersonating Sophie?"

Lucy felt like she had come here to meet her doom; if she’d known, wouldn’t it have been better to just call Charles?

Regretting it was already too late, she thought she’d fooled the Presidential couple, so Charles Sharp would be no trouble.

Who would have thought his eyes were so sharp?

He saw through it after all.

"What impersonation?"

"You’re too tall." He raised an eyebrow, "When Sophie stands before me, I always look down on her."

So that was it...

"Since you’ve seen through it, I won’t continue pretending. I came to tell you she has another man outside."

"That I already knew. You went through all this to tell me, even got a face mask identical to her?"

"Of course not."

"Then what for?"

She couldn’t possibly tell him she was impersonating Sophie to rescue Flora Palmer from the Presidential Mansion.

So she made up a reason.

"Actually... I’m your secret admirer, I’ve admired you for a long time. Although you’re not a star, I’m deeply captivated by your charm. Ever since I learned about her having another man outside, I’ve been heartbroken for you. She’s taken the place of your wife and still cheats on you, while I’ve yearned for you day and night and can’t have you. It’s so unfair, so I devised this crazy plan. Mr. Sharp, for the sake of my earnestness, spare me this once. I’ll leave immediately and never appear in front of you again."

"Since you’re my secret admirer and have admired me for so long, then I’ll..."

Lucy thought his next words would be ’let you off’.

Who would have thought, unexpectedly, he seriously said, "Give you a chance."

Brother, what kind of chance?

You’re married.

This thinking is way off track.

Why does it seem like I’ve dug a hole and jumped into it?

"No, no, I suddenly had a conscience, though I’m enamored by you, I can’t be the other woman, that’s very unethical behavior."

Charles Sharp sneered, "What other woman—there’s discord in the marriage, can’t get divorced, each plays their own game. So what if I give you a chance and you don’t take it? You should think this through carefully; the opportunity missed might never come again."

Lucy put on a look of painful struggle, "You can’t have your cake and eat it too, I have to be responsible for myself."

Charles Sharp actually didn’t intend to have any development with her; he just wanted to see what her game was.

"Since that’s the case, I won’t force it. Where is Sophie now?"

"She’s in Northriver, I’ve locked her up."

"Location."

Lucy detailed it for him, and Charles Sharp let her go. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Originally, she planned to drive Sophie’s car back to Northriver, park it at the foot of the mountain where she had locked Sophie, but since Charles Sharp saw through her, she left behind Sophie’s car, phone, keys, and bag.

She hailed a taxi back to Northriver.

When she returned to Newhope Commons, it was already eleven.

Changing back to her original disguise, upon entering she casually asked the on-duty staff, "Is the Young Master home?"

"He’s been home all this time, hasn’t left since yesterday."

Lucy didn’t ask more, and before returning to the 12th floor, she visited the 24-hour supermarket.

Bought a hot water bottle, some food, and nutritional products.

Only then did she carry them back.

The TV volume was on high, and Elliot was asleep on the sofa, unaware she had returned.

She placed the bag on the coffee table and turned on the heater.

Then she took the teapot to fill with purified water to boil for tea.

Just as she laid a blanket over him, Elliot opened his eyes.