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My heart skipped a beat.
The next moment, I was feeling agitated and restless again.
I took a deep breath and said, “Are you going to move here? I didn’t agree.”
“Grandpa said you promised him to wait for some time before divorcing me.”
He unreasonably handed me the phone, saying, “If you don’t agree, then you can tell Grandpa yourself.”
“Rascal,” I glared at him. “Agreeing not to divorce temporarily doesn’t mean agreeing for you to move in.”
As the president of the Valence Group, he should do such a cunning thing.
It was truly incredible.
“Couple should naturally live together,” he responded.
“Fallacy, I muttered, then opened the door and went back inside.
He didn’t treat himself as an outsider either and naturally followed me inside.
Considering Bentley’s words from last evening, I couldn’t resist a tinge of compassion towards Christopher. Hence, I didn’t forcefully drive him away.
I gestured towards a nearby room, stating, “This is your room.”
“Understood.”
Without further requests, he acquiesced gracefully and ushered the suitcase indoors.
Having sipped a glass of water and placed the glass aside, I turned around and bumped into a broad and warm chest.
It was a familiar and nostalgic scent.
However, I quickly took two steps back, feeling a bit flustered, and asked, “Do you have anything else?”
We drifted apart, not like a married couple, but more like strangers.
It was the only way to keep myself from falling back in love with him.
His expression also seemed a bit lonely, lips slightly pursed, “I was just wondering if your face is feeling better?”
“I don’t know,” I replied absentmindedly.
I didn’t have time to look in the mirror all night.
If he hadn’t asked me, I would have almost forgotten about this.
He raised his hand and said, “Let me take a look.”
‘No.‘
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I instinctively avoided his actions, saying, “I can handle it myself.”
“Hope, are we really going to act so distant between us now?” he frowned.
“It’s not about acting distant.”
Recalling how chummy he was with Evelyn at the station, my eyes difted to his sleeve as I casually remarked, ” I just find you
dirty.”
I did love Chris indeed, but the one I loved was a clean, pure, and honest man, not the Christopher who just flirted with other women and then came to care for me.
“Then… remember to apply some ointment.”
His hand paused in mid–air, his elegant fingers curling slightly.
It was the first time that I had seen embarrassment on his face.
Back in the room, as I recalled that scene, I unexpectedly felt a sense of bitterness and heartache for the man.
However, as I raised my gaze to the mirror and beheld the stark red marks on my bare face, I found myself furnishing a resolute
rationale.
He didn’t stand up for Evelyn at night probably just because he was afraid I would tell Bentley about Evelyn hitting me.
Indeed, he has always been considerate of Evelyn.
At the home banquet, I couldn’t eat peacefully. After taking a shower and lying on the bed for a while, I became so hungry that I couldn’t focus on reading.
Through the crack in the door, I could see that the living room lights hadn’t been turned off yet.
I didn’t want to face Christopher, so I endured for a while. It was past eleven at night, and there was still no sound outside. He might still need to turn off the lights.
It was only then that I took out my phone and ordered takeout, specifying:
Hang it on the door, don’t ring the doorbell.
However, when I quietly walked out of the room to get takeout, I encountered Christopher in the open office area.
He had taken a shower and was wearing sky–blue loungewear. A pair of gold–rimmed glasses perched on his prominent nose bridge. His tousled hair was not completely dry yet, making him appear even more gentle and innocent.
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He stopped his work at hand, took off his glasses, gently pinched the bridge of his nose, and walked over. “Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m not hungry,” I argued. “I am just grabbing something.”
“That thing?”
He pointed to a bag of food on the dining table.
Feeling the sting of being caught lying, I awkwardly touched my nose and blurted out, “I told the delivery guy not to ring the doorbell.”
“He didn’t.”
“How did you know that?”
“He knocked on the door.”
‘Oh my goodness.‘
I am speechless, silently lamenting the cleverness of this delivery person.
As I moved to unpack and eat, Christopher set down a hot bowl of tasty seafood chowder before me.
“Grandpa said you didn’t eat much at home at dinner, so he had the rest of the seafood sent over.”
“The seafood chowder…”
“I made it.”
Christopher sat down across from me, his handsome face looking somewhat serious. He calmly and gently said, “I showered before preparing the seafood chowder. Considering your recent health, you should have more nourishing meals.”
At his words, I suddenly paused, feeling a bit stunned as I realized his meaning.
‘He told me that he had taken a shower, he was not dirty anymore, and then he made seafood chowder for me, asking me not to
disdain him.‘
I hung my head low, my vision blurred by the steam rising from the porridge. I buried my face and took composing myself.
‘Christopher, you didn’t have to do that.”
several bites before
Doing this makes me indecisive.‘
One of the things I dislike the most was indecisive people. I didn’t want to become like them.
Suddenly, his hand reached over, brushing my hair behind my ear, and his cool fingertips traced along the contour of my ear.
“Couples should take care of each other.”
He finished speaking and then continued, “Eat.”
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There was a moment when I felt like we had returned to the days of old, and he was still the gentle and considerate husband.
Raising my gaze, I encountered his luminous eyes. “I promised to grandfather to merely delay the divorce for a month.”
One month is enough,”
His gaze bore depth. “In the past, you took care of me and Grandpa. This month, let me take care of you as a husband should, okay?”
Emotions surged in my heart, yet I remained silent on the surface.
I couldn’t bring myself to agree.
Yet I couldn’t bear to refuse him, feeling sorry for him and for myself. While reason forbade it, my emotions desperately sought the meager warmth on offer.
In the oppressive and subtle atmosphere, Christopher cautiously spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse.
“From start to finish, I never believed we had reached a point where divorce was inevitable, nor did I ever agree to it.”
I suddenly tightened my grip on the spoon. When I looked up at Chris, I tried hard to appear calm.
We’ve never publicly announced our marriage, but your first love can be with you in front of everyone. With a mere phone call from her, she can make you disappear from my reach. What role do I play in your life? What am I to you? I’m like an unpresentable person. You can eloquently state this because, in this marriage, amidst these irreconcilable conflicts, the one who has always been wronged is never you.”
No matter how hard I tried to control my emotions, my voice still choked up.
He was momentarily surprised but had nothing to say. “Hope…”
“Alright, we don’t have that much to talk about.”
Hastily finishing the remaining seafood chowder, I fled in a panic.
The relationship between us had become too complicated now.
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