Chapter 179

What a despicable woman!

Andrew Lucas glared at the closed door, his knuckles turning white.

She had just left his bed and was already seducing another man.

He slammed the car door shut, still clutching the carefully prepared meal.

He had almost thrown it away, but some inexplicable impulse made him bring it upstairs.

Susan Thompson was about to take a shower when the doorbell rang.

Through the peephole, she saw Andrew's dark expression.

"Psycho," she muttered, turning away.

Her phone rang sharply. The moment she answered, Andrew's furious voice exploded through the receiver.

"Open the door!"

"Andrew, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"Not opening?" He sneered. "Then say goodbye to this door!"

Susan trembled with anger but knew he meant it.

Dragging her injured leg, she yanked the door open. "I'll pay you back. Now get lost!"

Andrew's eyes burned red as he stared at her.

He had cooked for her this morning—something even his own mother never received.

And her? She immediately ran to Alexander Grant.

"You jump from my bed to Alexander's? How shameless can you be?" He shoved her against the wall.

"Was last night not enough for you?"

"You're insane!" Susan shook violently.

"Who I love is none of your business! I'd rather love a dog than you!"

"Say that again." Rage flickered in his eyes.

"I said you're worse than a dog!" She lifted her chin.

"Susan Thompson stopped loving you long ago!"

"Don't love me?" He gripped her jaw.

"Then you'll never love anyone else!"

He crushed his lips against hers, tasting blood.

Susan stood motionless like a corpse until he finally released her.

She immediately grabbed a wipe, scrubbing her mouth furiously.

"Disgusting."

Andrew's gaze landed on Alexander's jacket on the couch. His pupils constricted.

Clothes off already? So they really...

"Enjoying being a whore?" He ripped open her collar.

"Sleeping with Alexander for an endorsement? You're filthy!"

Susan suddenly laughed.

"Yes, I'm filthy." She pointed at her chest.

"This place? It's already rotten."

Her smile cut him like a knife.

He hurled the meal box to the ground, soup splattering everywhere.

"Susan, you'll always be mine." He choked her throat.

"Even if you rot, it'll be in my hands."