Shouldn’t Mess Up with My Hidden Heiress Ex-wife - Season 1 Episode 84

“Meaning of what?” Lucas said, feigning ignorance.

Heidi sighed helplessly. “Will you not tell me the reason why you asked Grandpa if I would be staying? Obviously, you wanted me to stay. What are you up to?”

“Don’t you want to stay?” Standing up, Lucas towered above her.

Heidi craned her neck up to look at him. “I would want to stay if it was Grandpa’s wish, however, it is clear that you wish me to stay. So tell me what is it?”

Lucas looked at her for a few seconds, without speaking.

He studied her indifferent expression, the stubborn look in her eyes. If he said he was used to this new side of her, then he would be lying.

“For the past few days, I’ve been wanting to ask you some questions.” His low deep voice echoed in the dark living room. “I want you to answer them honestly.”

Sensing the seriousness in his tone, Heidi frowned a bit. “What kind of a question?”

“First of all, did you really tamper with the reports I received from the company? Secondly, who exactly are you, Heidi?” He glanced over her body, accessing the expensive clothes on her.

“Are you Zach Olsen’s woman, Steve Anderson’s, or both? If those reports were being tampered with by you, for what reason, Heidi? If that tuxedo was single-handedly designed by you, for what reason?”

A deafening silence lingered after his last question. Her clear round eyes contrasted his dark narrowed ones.

Heidi pondered on his questions, a strange feeling engulfing her heart.

Reigning in her emotions, she took in a deep breath. “For all those questions you asked, I only have one reply. For what reason would a gold digger do such things?”

The answer to his last two questions was evident, did he want her to repeat those same words he’d crushed her pride with?

Was he expecting her to say that, ‘Oh, I did all that because I love you so much, and hoped to make you happy’?

It all sounded ridiculous, after all, she was only a gold digger in his eyes.

“If you have nothing else important to say, I’m off to bed.”

She neither gave him a chance to speak nor to react. Heidi turned around and left for the stairs, without looking back to notice the conflicted look on the man’s face.

Lucas stood rooted to the spot, digesting her words.

His eyes followed her back until her figure disappeared, his heart twisting uncomfortably.

Right. Heidi was a gold digger, wasn’t it?

Then why didn’t she demand anything in return for all those hard work?

She spent many nights in his study room, helping him to run the company.

For several weeks, she worked all day to make him that tuxedo.

Why didn’t she ask for something in return?

The Next Morning.

Heidi was inside the kitchen with the maid, helping her to prepare breakfast for Grandpa Winston.

“Young Miss, are you moving back to the mansion with the Young Master? I heard rumors that you’re getting a divorce.”

“They’re not rumors.” Heidi cut the vegetables carefully. “No one’s moving back here.”

The maid stopped interrogating.

She became eerily silent that Heidi wondered if she was still in the kitchen.

“Please hand me the frying pan.” Heidi was greeted with silence, before a familiar male fragrance sipped through her nose.

A strange air surrounded the kitchen. Swallowing a sudden lump in her throat, she turned around and came face to face with the man.

“What do you want?” She quickly turned her back to him, pulling herself together.

Lucas handed her the frying. He was dangerously so close that Heidi could feel his steady breathing on her neck.

“Last night, you didn’t answer all my questions. Heidi, who are you?”

It was as if his former wife was gone, and replacing her was someone completely different with a similar appearance.

Heidi paused, hoping her heartbeat wasn’t prominent. “If I tell you who I am, will it make any difference between the Heidi from three years ago and now?”

Would it make any difference?

Probably.

If the same question was asked a year or a few weeks ago, he could have a clear answer.