The President's Accidental Wife novel Chapter 1321

Selfish?

Domineering?

Sheer possessiveness?

Was he?

Luke was lost in thought.

On the other side...

Eileen was lying in the bathtub. Her body was soaked in the warm water.

Her eyes were closed, her fingers shivering slightly.

Luke's words still echoed in her ears. They were so clear, so powerful!

However, she no longer wanted to be with

him.

After eight years of hurt and having enormous scars on her heart, she no longer wanted Luke's affection!

Stepping out of the bathtub, she put on some soft and soothing music. She wanted to scrub the memories and traces of the night. She closed her eyes and tried to sleep.

But she couldn't sleep. Maybe it was after a n hour or two that she finally fell asleep.

What Luke felt for her was not love, just possessiveness.

She had been his woman. How could any other man possess her?

Eileen knew him well.

Early the next morning...

Brandy pushed open the door and walked

into the room. Looking at the mess in the room, he froze for a moment.

He thought he must have dreamed about Zora.

"I had a classmate. He once said his father also had nightmares every night. He always dreamed that he was a murderer. His father had nightmares like that every night. My classmate said he always heard his dad screaming at night."

Luke tucked his son in and asked, "What happened to his dad afterward?"

"His dad lost a lot of weight in a month. His mom took him to see a psychiatrist, and after a month, his dad was cured." Brad crawled onto Luke's lap. He asked curiously, "Dad, do you think that's mental illness?”

Mental illness?

Luke furrowed his brows. He dropped his sleeves. He almost gave a slap on Brad's butt.

How could he have a mental illness?

But, finally, he resisted the impulse and asked, "Why would you think that?"

"It's OK to have dreams like that once in a while. I sometimes have nightmares at night too. But his father had dreams of killing people every night. That's not OK. It must be a mental illness." The little boy was now lying on his stomach beside his father, his little butt puckered up, and he sounded serious.