Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 65

"I was wondering, how deep is this swimming pool? And this edge here, it looks so high. If the water level is raised, wouldn't people float up and then fall off the cliff?"

I answered seriously.

Lawrence seemed intrigued by my question. He smiled and said, "Never tried it, who knows? How did you come up with such an idea?"

"Maybe it's because I recently watched a movie by Arcturus, where a woman drowned in the water. Somehow, this thought just popped into my head.

This water looks about 6 feet deep, right? Do you think it's possible that someone could have drowned here?" I asked casually.

A dark look flashed in Lawrence's eyes, then he affectionately tapped my nose. "I don't know if 6 feet could drown someone, but it's possible under certain circumstances, like suddenly not being able to breathe, or getting a cramp, and then not having any help. Or if the temperature drops too low at night, the body can't keep up, and hypothermia sets in quickly.

As for this pool, I've checked it out before. There's no news about anything like that happening here. It's very clean, and a lot of people come here. The security is reliable, so you don't need to worry."

I nodded, "How could I be overthinking? You like me so much, promised to treat me well, even made vows. You wouldn't hurt me. With you here, I naturally have nothing to worry about."

As I said this, I looked at him deeply.

Lawrence's eyes darkened, but then he chuckled and patted my head. "You're right. Alright, it's getting late. I'll go prepare dinner. Let's enjoy our evening together and relax. Stay here and don't wander off."

"Where could I go? I'll wait for you!"

I nodded.

Lawrence turned and left.

I had a feeling he was planning something for me.

My palms were slightly sweaty, and I was a bit nervous. Finally, I decided to send my location to Paula, along with pictures of the house number and surrounding buildings, so she could find me quickly if needed.

Jason hadn't replied yet, but to be safe, I sent him the same information.

If something really happened to me, this would give the police a direction to investigate.

Lawrence's arrangements were quick.

I suspected he was afraid that if he took too long, I might figure something out and run away.

Besides the prepared food, he also had a violin and an old-fashioned gramophone.

He led me to the dining table and made an inviting gesture.

Then he started playing the violin.

It was the song from our engagement. He played the violin and sang.

Maybe soon, there would be a storm of blood. But at this moment, I relaxed and enjoyed the beauty of the moment.

I even couldn't help swaying my body and humming along with the music.

As I sang, I started to cry.

I wasn't crying because I still loved Lawrence. I was crying for my youth, my sincere heart, my child, my parents, my foolishness.

Tears for everything.

When the song ended, Lawrence saw my tears. He put down the violin and played a soft, nostalgic tune on the gramophone.

He picked up a tissue to wipe my face, but I took it first and wiped my tears.

"You're still so emotional!" Lawrence's tone was a mix of nostalgia and regret.

I smiled, "Isn't that what you liked?"

Lawrence, as always, was "considerate." He placed the cut steak in front of me and took my uncut steak. As he cut it, he said, "Yes, I liked it. Emotional people have simple minds."

Sitting across from him, I could feel that he was smiling.

This smile was different from the previous ones.

It was as if his whole being, even his hair, was joyful and lively.

I took a bite of the steak and asked curiously, "Lawrence, I feel like you're different now, like you're very happy, even excited. Is there something good you want to share with me?"

Lawrence also took a few bites of steak and smiled so much that his eyes turned into slits. "With you by my side, we can leave all our worries behind. It's like we're back in the days of our passionate love. Of course, I'm happy."

"Melinda, are you happy too?"

Lawrence asked me in return.

I smiled, then lowered my head to eat, a hint of sarcasm in my eyes.

I was quite happy.

Because after tonight, Lawrence might face punishment, maybe even never come out again.

Lawrence had put a lot of thought and money into tonight.

For a man as stingy and money-loving as him, he had prepared the best service, the best steak, and even a bottle of wine worth millions.

He must have thought this was my last meal too!

I raised my glass, swirling the wine, and made a toasting gesture to Lawrence. "Lawrence, let's toast to our happiness today."

"Sure!"

Lawrence naturally raised his glass, clinked it with mine, and took a few sips. The wine slid down his throat.

As his Adam's apple moved, a flash of murderous intent crossed my eyes. I really wanted to stab the knife in my hand into his still-moving throat.

He had learned the elegance of dining. Maybe Lawrence thought that by learning these things and wearing a suit, he could become a wealthy man.

But true wealth is in the spirit, not just superficial money.

His poor character and inner emptiness only made his vulgarity more apparent.

We had eaten most of the steak and drunk several sips of wine.

Lawrence seemed to open up. He put down his knife and fork, swirled his wine glass, and looked at me through the red wine, a bit wanton and a bit dazed.

"Melinda, I'm actually curious. A wealthy young lady like you, so gentle and beautiful, with natural elegance and nobility, should have found a man of equal status, even better. But you chose a man like me, with no family background and not the best in other aspects. Shouldn't I be grateful to you?"

He smiled and took another sip of wine.

Lawrence didn't mention a name, but he was clearly referring to someone.

I couldn't help but say, "You mean Christopher, right? You don't need to beat around the bush, just say his name."

"See, you still think that he is a better match for you. After all, Christopher has a good family background, natural elegance, a rich young man and a noble lady, that's a perfect match, isn't it?"

When Lawrence said this, he curled his lips in mockery, as if mocking me, or perhaps himself.

I frowned, "You mention Christopher too often. I feel like it's not about me and Christopher, but rather you have something special about him?"