Mysterious Little Wife

Chapter 10 Who Allowed You to Touch Me?

True, people were constantly changing.

Their eyes, however, were invariable.

Sam's eyes had been imprinted on her mind ever since that night.

Thus, despite the mask he now wore, she recognized him right away.

"Hurry up!" Asa yelled to Lacey as he blocked the lift from closing.

Meanwhile, a slender figure had already taken the lead in walking in.

His tall stature and cold demeanor deterred anyone from approaching him.

As a result, the lift looked quite empty.

Lacey quickly snapped back to her senses. Then she coughed to muffle her panicked voice. "Oh, I

almost forgot. I've got something to do. I—"

"Hurry up! The lift will be closing soon!" Asa didn't hear her. Noticing her daze, he stormed over to

Lacey and dragged her in by the wrist.

The lift shut off in an instant.

Lacey's breathing seemed to have stopped at that point.

What was going on?

Why was she in the lift?

She was just about to make an excuse to leave!

Despite her grumblings, the lift closed as she looked on in bewilderment and confusion.

There were only a few people in the lift.

Even so, she felt so overwhelmed that she couldn't even breathe.

In contrast to her panic, Sam stood motionless, not moving a muscle.

Worst still, the spot where Asa had dragged her in happened to be just next to Sam.

As her gaze went to the quiet man, she took a deep inhale. Her cotton jacket was touching his shirt!

Inexplicably, she shivered and her feet shifted slightly.

"Lacey, calm down! He won't recognize you!" Lacey thought, trying to pull herself together.

As she peered at the lift doors, she bit her lower lip.

Why hadn't anyone gotten on or off the lift yet?

Forget it! She'd hurry out of the lift regardless of which floor it stopped!

"Ding," just then, the lift opened on the fifth floor. Lacey was ready to sprint out without much thought.

One thing she didn't expect, however, was that so many people would flood into the lift at once.

As she was about to exit the lift, she was squeezed back in.

"Hey, I haven't got off the lift—"

The lift closed before she could complete her sentence.

Lacey bit her lower lip and thought, "What an unlucky day."

"Waa!" Suddenly, a wailing cry arose from the lift.

Everyone froze.

Only then did Lacey realize that a child of about three was behind her, crying as he reached out to pull

his mother's hair.

"Reed, stop it." The woman frowned and tried to stop the little boy.

"Waa! I don't want a shot! Waaa!" The sound of the child's wailing was deafening.

"We can't help it now, can we? You're sick!" Seemingly outraged, the woman grabbed Reed by the

hand, not wanting him to make a scene.

As he yelled, Reed unexpectedly leaned back and was about to fall over.

Lacey was taken aback. Subconsciously, she reached out to grab the boy's head.

"Thank you." Reed's mother expressed her gratitude.

"Don't mention it." Lacey waved her hand.

"Don't touch me!" Reed shrieked as he gazed at Lacey. "Ugly duckling, who allowed you to touch me?"

"Reed, how can you be so rude?" Reed's mother got real angry at this point.

"Anyone who wears a mask is an ugly duckling!" Reed exclaimed as he reached for Lacey's mask. "It's

payback time!"

Lacey froze. Before she knew it, her mask was already in the boy's hands.

Hastily, she covered her face and attempted to reach for her mask.

Reed, however, was too mischievous and refused to return the mask.

"Be a good boy and give it back." Reed's mother also helped in retrieving the mask.

"No!" The devilish brat got angry and shoved the mask into his arms.

Lacey had no desire to argue. Instead, she hastily lowered her head and arched to nearly 90 degrees,

avoiding drawing attention to herself.

Come on, open the lift!

As if hearing her prayers, the lift opened with a "ding."

One by one, the people before her got off. Lacey stood firm and covered her face as she pushed her

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Much to everyone's surprise, Reed suddenly reached out his hand and pulled Lacey by the ponytail.

"Ah!"

Lacey fell headlong to the ground before she could react.

The crowd couldn't help but close their eyes. That must be painful!

Yet, seconds later, they still hadn't heard any screams.

Lacey had her eyes closed as well. She was perplexed as the expected pain did not happen.

Huh?

What happened?

Lacey gradually opened her eyes.

She was indeed on the ground. However, what was with the black trousers and brown jacket in her line

of sight?

Wait a minute. Why did this color combination seem so familiar?

As she lifted her gaze, she was struck by a piercing stare from a pair of deep eyes.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, and she couldn't help but tremble.

"Lillianna?"

A low, seductive voice, tinged with a hint of suspicion, whispered in her ear.