CHAPTER 130: CHAPTER 130: STEVEN RHODES WANTS TO TAKE IRIS CRAWFORD AWAY!

After Iris Crawford heard what Lachlan Wyatt said, her facial features began to twitch subtly. She knew how infuriating Lachlan Wyatt’s words could be, often not considering others as human, but it was the first time she heard such humiliating words!

Her fingertips turned white; if it were any other day, Iris Crawford would have twisted off the opponent’s balls and used them as a soccer ball, but not now.

Now she’s facing Lachlan Wyatt.

No matter how strong-hearted she was, Lachlan Wyatt’s sharp words pierced her, and a stabbing pain spread from her heart.

Iris Crawford thought she had figured it out; few people in the world could be as carefree as she was, no one could match her ability to pick up and let go. Yes, she no longer cared, didn’t care, didn’t care...

Uncertain of how many times she silently repeated to herself that she didn’t care, her eyes warmed, and tears began to slide uncontrollably down her cheeks.

She bit her teeth tightly to prevent herself from revealing any weakness, but her body’s organs reacted to the pain before she did.

The tears disobediently fell, dripping onto Lachlan Wyatt’s hand.

The man was startled.

The more Iris Crawford wanted to hold her emotions, the less she could control them. As she vulnerably raised her neck, the tears finally broke free, and in front of Lachlan Wyatt, her eyes turned bright red as tears covered her face, making it wet all over. Lachlan Wyatt’s hand loosened, as if scorched by her tears.

His heart involuntarily cramped.

What does it feel like to see her cry?

Lachlan Wyatt found himself breathless.

Tiny, fragmented pain arose in his veins.

He made her...cry.

Did he go too far?

Iris Crawford was an extremely strong person, although many times Lachlan Wyatt thought maybe Iris Crawford was somewhat sensitive inside. But no matter what, she would never show her weakness; she always appeared invincible in front of others, and no one could defeat her.

She endured so much pain, suffered so much mockery, experienced life-and-death situations, she should no longer be fragile, she should no longer be afraid, but why...

Facing Lachlan Wyatt, Iris Crawford always loses.

Lachlan Wyatt let her go but was at a loss.

He felt like a child, unable to offer any comfort as Iris Crawford cried.

The woman’s face was stunningly beautiful, and even when crying, her swollen eyes carried some alluring charm. Her slightly red nose twitched, lying on the bed like a rose cruelly plucked after blooming, ready to wither and die.

So beautiful, why can someone look so beautiful even when crying.

Lachlan Wyatt came to his senses, taking a deep breath, unable to ignore the strange pain in his chest. He frowned, suppressing his feelings, and said to Iris Crawford, "If you want to cry, just cry out loud."

But Iris Crawford, with a face full of tears, didn’t make a sound.

Lachlan Wyatt pressed down on Iris Crawford’s shoulders and tried to force her, then he shouted, "Cry out loud!"

Why don’t you make a sound!

Are you upset and unable to speak!

But ten full minutes passed, Iris Crawford cried for ten minutes without making a sound. Finally, she stopped sobbing, used the back of her hand to roughly wipe her face, and wiped the tears onto her hand.

"Had enough crying?"

Lachlan Wyatt’s voice was muffled, as if he was suppressing something, he couldn’t speak properly, so his words became increasingly shocking, "If you’re done crying, sort out your emotions. Aren’t you over this? Besides..."

It’s not the first time they’ve done this.

Two years ago, wasn’t it the same—! Lachlan Wyatt wanted to say, glimpsed Iris Crawford’s bright red eyes, and held back.

However, these words in Iris Crawford’s ears not only didn’t carry a hint of apology, they even blamed her, the woman held tears, laughed sarcastically, "Yeah, I should be grateful Young Master Wyatt blessed me!"

Lachlan Wyatt’s heart was pierced, and without thinking, he said, "Iris Crawford, can you stop arguing with me all the time? Was that what I meant!"

"Then what do you mean?"

Iris Crawford sat up from the bed, lifted her hand to block Lachlan Wyatt, and found she had a red swollen mark on her arm.

Looking down, her chest, waist, and even her thighs were covered with these ambiguous marks.

Iris Crawford was shocked.

She instinctively touched the scar on her abdomen, which made Lachlan Wyatt narrow his eyes, "What are you doing?"

He knew the origin of this scar, but... why was she so nervous?

Could it be because the child was Jordan Jacobs’, so she still held a grudge?

Lachlan Wyatt, thinking of this, said angrily, "Are you still thinking about the child from two years ago?"

Iris Crawford felt powerless, limp on the bed, what were appearances worth now?

Her eyes shine, she looked at the ceiling, saying blankly, "I want to go home."

Lachlan Wyatt stood up, reached to touch her face, trying to evoke some reaction from her, "This is your home."

"Not this home."

Iris Crawford didn’t want to answer questions about the child, her most painful scar was torn open by Lachlan Wyatt, trampling unrestrainedly, how could she accept it?

So Iris Crawford pushed Lachlan Wyatt’s hand away, "Where are my clothes, I want to go back to Steven Rhodes’ home."

The home where Steven Rhodes stays?

"You’re really going to get together with that pretty boy?"

"He’s not a pretty boy!"

Iris Crawford was annoyed by Lachlan Wyatt’s labeling behavior, "You weren’t like this before, why are you spouting such stupid things after meeting Steven Rhodes?"

Lachlan Wyatt was taken aback by Iris Crawford’s retort, suddenly realizing, yes, what was he doing, picking a fight with a college student several years younger than himself? Even constantly attacking others with the words "pretty boy"...he never used to comment on the men around Iris Crawford like this.

Because he felt those men had no deterrent power.

Iris Crawford wouldn’t look down on them, Iris Crawford was very discerning, Iris Crawford had lived with him for two years, ordinary men couldn’t catch her eye. Lachlan Wyatt always thought that way.

And now with the appearance of Steven Rhodes, he found himself becoming so petty and ugly.

Lachlan Wyatt spoke forcefully, "Can you guarantee he doesn’t have those thoughts about you?"

"And what if he does!"

Iris Crawford said hysterically, "So what if he does! Don’t you have them too!"

"You’re comparing him to me?" Lachlan Wyatt looked at Iris Crawford in disbelief as if he had been slapped in the face, "Iris Crawford, are you crazy! You’re comparing that college student to me? Is he even worthy?"

Only at this moment did Lachlan Wyatt’s superior sense of entitlement become fully apparent.

Pretending for so long must be exhausting!

Always acting so concerned about others, when in fact he didn’t care about their lives or deaths at all! He didn’t even see others as humans, did he!

Iris Crawford looked at Lachlan Wyatt in this state, whether or not it was pure, his attitude made her even colder. So the woman got up and quickly tidied herself up. As she got out of bed, her legs were still a bit shaky, but Iris Crawford steadied herself after a slight wobble and opened the door to leave.

Lachlan Wyatt called after her, "Where are you going?"

Iris Crawford picked up her phone and sent a message to Steven Rhodes, then rushed into the bathroom, leaning over the sink and splashing cold water on her face to sober herself up.

Following behind Iris Crawford into the bathroom, seeing her actions, Lachlan Wyatt felt inexplicably irritated as well, "Can you stop this? I’ll make amends and apologize for last night’s drunken behavior, whatever compensation you want."

Iris Crawford let out a mocking laugh, "Compensation? You think I care about your compensation?"

Seeing the tears on her face and yet still showing such a mocking expression, Lachlan Wyatt couldn’t help but recall her appearance from last night. He felt a fire rise from his spine to his throat, but he restrained his impulses and tried to communicate with Iris Crawford, "I think there’s something I need to clarify with you, about us two years ago..."

"You once said that if you had met me two years ago, you wouldn’t have looked at me, because you don’t like fat people."

Lachlan Wyatt was at a loss for words.

Yes, he had said that! But back then, he didn’t know that woman was her!

Isn’t this just shooting himself in the foot!

Why was he so tactless back then!

For the first time, Lachlan Wyatt was angry with himself, he said, "Then I’ll take back that statement..."

"Is it because of what you did to me now, realizing you slapped yourself in the face?"

Iris Crawford pushed him away, her voice sarcastic, "Even Young Master Wyatt has a day like this."

"Iris Crawford, come back to me, can’t we go back to the way we were?"

"No."

Iris Crawford decisively rejected Lachlan Wyatt, just as the engine sound came from outside. She glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window at the staircase, recognized the familiar car, and quickly walked towards the front door.

"Iris Crawford!"

Lachlan Wyatt tried to grab Iris Crawford’s hand, but she shook it off, more decisively than ever before.

Two words flashed through Lachlan Wyatt’s mind—It’s over.

Iris Crawford jogged a few steps to the car, opened the passenger door, "Go."

Steven Rhodes was sitting in the driver’s seat. He glanced at the marks on her neck, and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He was driving Iris Crawford’s car and asked, "Back home?"

"Yes."

Lachlan Wyatt had already run to the car, clinging to Steven Rhodes’s driver’s side window, eyes full of rage, "Get out of the car."

Steven Rhodes looked at Iris Crawford, her eyes were still red, clearly she had cried.

His fingers tightened further, and he stared through the crack in the window at Lachlan Wyatt’s beautiful yet angry eyes, saying, "I refuse."

"Get out of the car."

Lachlan Wyatt’s patience had clearly reached its limit, even his courtesy was gone, "I told you to get out of the car!"

Steven Rhodes remained unmoved, even starting the car, "I said, I refuse."

Lachlan Wyatt punched the car’s hood with all his strength!

The car let out a wail, and the engine cover caved in!

Iris Crawford shouted, "Lachlan Wyatt, what are you doing!"

"If you dare to take Iris Crawford away from here today, believe me, tomorrow you’ll be on the street!" Lachlan Wyatt slapped the window with force, "Get out of the car!"