My Fiance Chose His Manipulative Ex, I Chose My Protective Husband

My mother thought that marrying into the Owen Family was a high achievement. My mother was a university professor, my father was a middle-level civil servant. While Matteo was a young manager in the Urban Space, he was such a handsome, dashing and capable.

Now, if she knew Matteo and I had a falling out, she would probably not be able to sleep tonight and would force me to marry into the Owen Family tomorrow.

Thinking of this, I quickly packed up and delivered Matteo's necessity to the hospital.

As long as they saw Stanley York tomorrow, they would definitely be satisfied.

Pushing open the door, Lenoir was lying vainly on the hospital bed and Matteo was gently scooping fish soup to feed her.

"One more scoop, okay? The doctor said you're too weak."

I had never seen such a meticulous and patient appearance before.

He should have never forgotten Lenoir in his heart, which was why he showed his most tender side.

His hand gently wiped the corners of her mouth and then licked his fingers with his own mouth.

Lenoir smiled shyly and tapped his chest.

This affectionate scene made my eyes and my throat suddenly felt sore.

I put his things at the door and turned around to leave when Matteo saw me.

He stood up and grabbed me.

"Look at how uncomfortable she is now, please say something soft to ease her mood."

Looking at his expectant gaze, I suddenly didn't want to mistreat myself anymore.

"If you want to please your mistress, just kneel down and apologize to her yourself. Why do you have to drag me to please your mistress?"

He froze for a moment and his face instantly darkened.

"What mistress? Why are you talking so viciously now? I told you I was just helping her, why can't you understand?"

I sneered and pointed at him.

"Help her! Tell me how you help her? Are you on top and she's on the bottom, or do you pounce yourself at each other?"

"Matteo, you shameless, can you please stop treating others as fools?"

In just a second, a slap hit my face and my cheek started to swell and hurt.

A bloody smell filled my mouth.

The room turned silent. Matteo stared at me blankly, lowered his hands helplessly and said, "Jeanette, sorry, I just ... you were so harsh in your words."

He looked at my face, guilt flashing in his eyes.

"The wedding will be held tomorrow. I will apply medicine on you right away." Then he hurried out.

I stared at his back. Since he loved his ex-lover, why was he still thinking about me?

My tears dripped down my cheeks and my face felt hot.

Lenoir, who was now lying on the bed, looked at me with a sneer.

"Jeanette, you've been a licker for a few years and have a bad temper, but a licker is still a licker. If I want him to, he will kick you right away."

She lowered her voice. "Do you know how crazy he is in bed? He moaned excitedly. He said as long as he lives for one day, his life is mine. Not to mention having one child, he can have as many as he wants."

"He has promised me that he will never have a child with you, only ours is his child."

My mind buzzed. No wonder, a few days ago, he wanted to get married to me but not to have children until our career was stable.

My heart ached.

"Lenoir, is that how much you enjoy being a mistress?"

She rolled her eyes at me and said disdainfully, "Mistress? Jeanette, you don't really think you can marry Matteo, do you? He is mine. Even if I can't give him a legal status, I won't let him marry and touch a low-class woman like you. I find it disgusting."

I stared back at her in cold and sarcastic way and understood her wishful thinking.

She was alone and helpless in the Lynch Family. Matteo could not only give her a child, but also help her deal with those old guys.