After Prison I Rushed into Marriage with a Comatose Tycoon-Chapter 138: A Kept Man Should Have a Kept Man’s Attitude

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: A Kept Man Should Have a Kept Man’s Attitude

"Please, speak normally. When you put on that voice, it creeps me out." Eliza meant every word.

She was genuinely creeped out.

The boy, dressed in a black silk shirt with a bewitchingly handsome face, couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. "What are you afraid of, pretty lady? It’s not like I’m going to eat you."

Eliza replied, "I know you’re not. But I am. The kind that devours a person whole, bones and all."

Eliza swore that every word she said was the honest truth.

Her reputation over the past few years wasn’t exactly sterling. "Devouring people whole" was one of the kinder descriptions.

The pretty boy giggled. "Really? In that case, can I volunteer for the pretty lady to eat me?"

With that, he reached for Eliza’s hand.

Eliza, not expecting boys these days to be so bold, shot to her feet as if startled.

The pretty boy was taken aback. "Pretty lady, what’s wrong?"

"I’m going to get some air."

"I’ll join you." The pretty boy immediately stood up. Whether it was intentional or not, his legs seemed to give out as he rose, and he stumbled toward Eliza.

Eliza never thought he’d pull a stunt like that. Caught completely off guard, she found herself with an armful of the boy as their combined momentum sent them tumbling onto the sofa.

Woody, who saw the whole thing, immediately started whooping and hollering.

The rest of the people in the private room, loving the drama, started whistling and applauding. The noise was enough to nearly blow the roof off.

Just then, the door to the private room swung open. The kaleidoscopic club lights were replaced by a harsh, bright glare from the hallway, and the deafening music was cut off.

Everyone instinctively turned to look and saw Shane Lockwood at the door, sitting in his wheelchair.

One of the other pretty boys spoke up first. "Who are you? You in the wrong room?"

A flicker of jealousy passed through the pretty boy’s eyes as he spoke.

Shane Lockwood was just too damn handsome.

’If I had a face like that,’ the pretty boy thought, ’I wouldn’t need to be here scraping for a living. I’d have found a sugar mama and been set for life long ago.’

Shane Lockwood paid him no mind, maneuvering his wheelchair into the room and stopping right in front of Eliza. His gaze fixed on her.

The other pretty boys panicked.

Their first thought was that Shane Lockwood was here to poach their client.

As the top "princes" of the club, they never lacked for clients, but one as high-quality as today’s was a rare find.

And Shane Lockwood was top-tier in both looks and aura. Even though he was a cripple, he was still devastatingly captivating.

"Hey, what’s your problem? Who said you could just barge in here? If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling security."

Shane ignored the shouting pretty boy and looked at Eliza. "Have you had your fill of cuddling?"

His cold voice was like a bucket of ice water splashing over her, and Eliza instantly snapped back to reality.

Only then did she realize she was still tangled up with the pretty boy.

Eliza forcefully shoved him off and scrambled to her feet.

"Uh, it was an accident. It’s not what you think."

"Mm, I get it. You’re ’negotiating a deal.’"

Eliza subconsciously started to nod, then realized something was off.

’This conversation feels wrong.’

’It makes me sound like some scumbag who uses ’work’ as an excuse to go cruising for women.’

’No, that’s not right.’

Eliza shook her head quickly. ’I must be losing my mind to be having these thoughts about Shane.’

Seeing that all eyes were on her, Eliza said quickly, "Let’s go. We’ll talk outside."

Eliza quickly pushed Shane’s wheelchair out of the private room.

The expression on the face of the pretty boy in the black shirt changed. He couldn’t help but ask, "Fifth Master, who was that guy? Daring to show up and steal my client like that."

Woody said, "That’s my boss Isla’s man. The official one. Couldn’t you tell?"

As Woody said this, he felt a pang of bitterness.

He had known the boss first, but somehow Shane Lockwood had jumped the queue and become the person closest to Isla.

What made it even more frustrating was that he didn’t dare to cross Shane at all.

It had nothing to do with romance; it was just pure, unadulterated annoyance.

The pretty boy’s expression instantly soured. "What ’official one’? He’s just a cripple!"

Woody’s face fell. "You better shut your mouth right now," he snapped. "Do you have a death wish, talking about him like that?"

"What did I say that was wrong? Hmph!" The pretty boy was clearly unhappy. With a loud snort, he stood up and stormed out of the room.

「Outside the private room.」

Eliza and Shane Lockwood were face to face.

Shane’s face was a blank mask. "Did you have fun in there?"

"It was... okay."

"So, I take it I interrupted something important."

Shane’s voice was exceptionally flat, but anyone with ears could hear the murderous intent simmering beneath the surface.

Eliza was about to shake her head.

’The atmosphere earlier was fun,’ she thought, ’but he was a little too clingy.’ ’When it came to these cute pretty boys, she was all bark and no bite—she preferred to admire them from a distance rather than get close.’

But, remembering what she wanted from Shane, she steeled herself and said, "There’s no need for you to feel sorry, Mr. Lockwood. After all, once we’re divorced, I’ll have plenty more opportunities like this."

Shane’s expression instantly darkened. "Eliza Sutton, you want to divorce me... so you can go find men like *that*?"

"Yes. Is there a problem with that?"

Hearing Eliza’s matter-of-fact tone, Shane’s expression turned thunderous.

Just as he was about to say something, the pretty boy in the black shirt walked over.

"Are you two fighting?" the pretty boy asked.

Eliza said nothing.

Shane didn’t even spare him a glance.

The pretty boy sighed. "Buddy, this is where you’re in the wrong. It’s already so hard for her, working to make money. You’re at home, living off her, using her things, depending on her to support you for the rest of your life. Can’t you be a little more considerate? Unlike you, all I want to do is cherish her."

The pretty boy looked at Eliza with a pitying expression. "You’ve been through so much."

Eliza was speechless.

’Wow,’ she thought. ’The passive-aggressiveness is strong with this one.’

’Can guys really be this two-faced?’

The pretty boy continued, "Buddy, you should apologize to her. If you’re going to be a freeloader, you should at least act like one."

Shane’s face was a mask of fury.

In his twenty-eight years of life, probably no one had ever dared to call him a freeloader.

Seeing that Shane was on the verge of exploding, Eliza made a snap decision and began pushing his wheelchair briskly toward the exit.

"You’re right," she called back over her shoulder. "I do work very hard. That’s why I’m taking my man home to bed now."

With that, she scurried away.

’She had to get out of there.’

’If Shane really lost his temper, that pretty boy wouldn’t even know what hit him.’

The pretty boy stomped his foot in frustration. It was infuriating! He’d finally found a lady he clicked with, only to find out her husband had her on a tight leash.

Eliza pushed Shane out of the club, Nocturne.

It was late, and the streets outside were nearly empty of pedestrians, a stark and deserted contrast to the bustling club.

A single door separated two different worlds.

Eliza stood to one side, watching Shane.

And then, she suddenly started to laugh.

She laughed harder and harder, until she was practically doubled over.

Shane’s face was as black as thunderclouds. "Is something funny?"

"Hilarious. I never thought I’d see the day you’d be mistaken for a toyboy. My toyboy, at that."