My Love My Hatred (Jennie and Lance)

Chapter 207

My Love My Hatred Chapter 207

I looked out too and saw an aeroplane taking off. I didn‘t know why but I thought of Lance Mason. I

wanted to know if he was doing fine......

Maybe I was just starting to not get used to not having Lance Mason being nosy around me. He has

been in my life for so many years and now I finally got to get rid of him.

“Jennie?” Anthony called me, pulling me back to reality.

“Oh, sorry.” I apologised. “Hazel?” I repeated. He nodded and looked at me.

“That‘s a nice name.” I smiled while thinking of a woman who looked just like me and maybe a bit

older.

It was such a sudden trip,

Hazel Weasl... thankfully I brought my luggage with me.

After we boarded the plane, it took off in fifteen minutes time, I looked down at the city.

Goodbye, Lance.

I slept through the flight and I felt happy because I was going to a country where my sister used to live.

After we landed at Singapore, Anthony‘s driver came and fetched us back to Anthony‘s mansion.

Singapore is an island country, and the temperature here is high. Singapore is small but its population

is large. I saw a lot of people walking on the street. I felt happy to be able to visit such a beautiful

country.

Anthony didn‘t live with his parents. He bought a mansion in this beautiful neighbourhood. Although he

Hazel Weasl... didn‘t stay in Singapore much anymore, he still didn‘t want to sell this house

away. He kept it for whenever he came to visit, he said.

His mansion was surrounded by trees and there was a manmade lake beside his mansion.

Anthony opened the front door for me, “Welcome to my home.”

I smiled at him and said, “Thank you.”

I saw a man standing beside the door and greeted him. His chamberlain was a man who is in his

forties.

“This is Ben.” He introduced him to me.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Gomez.” Ben looked at me.

“Nice to meet you too, Ben.” I said.

I saw a lot of Hazel‘s picture hanging on the wall.

Hazel Weasl..

But I didn‘t see Anthony in any picture.

That‘s weird. But I didn‘t think much. I just thought that maybe Anthony didn‘t like to take photos.

It had been three days since | arrived here. And Anthony hasn‘t brought me to Hazel‘s grave.

Anthony‘s mansion looked good from the outside but when I walked in the enormous mansion, I felt

creepiness crawling on the back of my skin. The curtain was down and the only source of light was the

chandelier light on the ceiling.

I didn‘t think too much about it, i thought maybe Anthony didn‘t stay here much anymore, that‘s why it

felt a little creepy and not very home–like.

It was the third day that I dreamt of

a woman who doesn‘t have a head standing on the third floor of this house, And her head was floating

in the air right beside her body.

I screamed when I realised it was Hazel, my sister. I woke up after I saw her face and I gasped for air.

My heart was beating so fast that I thought my heart was going to pop out from my chest. I had a bad ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

feeling about this dream, it felt so real. So real that I started to cry because I was so afraid.