Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 33

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 33

He got increasingly anxious as I sniffled in silence. In an attempt to console me, he started praising me and picking on Lyle for being a foolish man. As I continued wailing over the phone, he sighed and requested, “Can you stop crying? It feels awful to be so far away from you. I hope I’m right next to you, so I can keep you safe in between my arms.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Christopher, I want to get myself some candy, but there isn’t any at home! What should I do? I want some so badly!” I searched high and low, but I couldn’t get myself the things I had been craving. Consequently, I wailed once again.

I could hear sounds of things being thrown around from the other end. It felt as though he was even more anxious than me. In the end, he suggested, “Dammit! If only I hadn’t come to Coldbridge today! Hmm… Why don’t I tell you a story to make you feel better!” He started sharing a fairytale with me. His deep baritone voice worked like a charm and allowed me to regain my composure. Shortly, I fell asleep once again because I was feeling down.

By the time the loud bang on the door roused me from sleep, it was already five o’clock in the morning. Intimidated by the presence of the one at the doorstep, I asked the person to identify himself and heard Zachary’s voice.

He’s Christopher’s friend, isn’t he? I once encountered him at the banquet! What brings him here today? I answered the door once I finished touching up on my unkempt appearance. “What brings you here in the middle of the night?”

“What? Do you think I wish to be here when I’m supposed to be sleeping? Someone told me to bring you this!” Zachary yawned and departed once he handed over a box to me.

Confused by the series of events that had occurred within the last few seconds, I couldn’t figure out the sort of things inside the box he had handed over to me.

To be precise, I wasn’t sure who had sent him to my place in the middle of the night because we had merely introduced ourselves to one another during the banquet.

Once I unwrapped the box, I found out there were all sorts of candy I had been craving. I couldn’t believe Christopher had sent Zachary to deliver the candy on his behalf while he himself was all the way in Coldbridge.

Has he brought me these just because I brought them up in the middle of our conversation? Why? What’s the reason behind this?

I proceeded to stuff one of the candies into my mouth. Actually, I wasn’t a huge fan of sweet things, but someone once told me consuming one would help when one was in a foul mood. Thus, I started consuming candy to keep myself happy.

The candy was the only thing that could temporarily ease the pain I felt. With that being said, that batch of candy was unique because Christopher had gone to great lengths to get them delivered.

I reached for my phone and drafted a long-winded text to him, but I thought that would be too much. In the end, I omitted everything else and just expressed my gratitude.

Christopher: Don’t you think that’s inappropriate when you’re such an enthusiastic one in bed?

He reverted to me within a few seconds. I flushed because he had mentioned the raunchy session we had once again. It felt odd to be teased by him, but the sort of intimate conversation we had, gave me a sense of serenity.

It felt great to know there would always be someone who was only one call away. If I were given another chance to change my decision, I would definitely get married to Christopher instead of Lyle.

I guess it’s not impossible, huh? Since things have gotten to the point of no return, I don’t have to spend the rest of my life with Lyle anymore! If Christopher isn’t against the idea, I’ll get married to him! Overwhelmed by the fantasy I had in mind, I drafted the text and asked: Shall we get married once I file for divorce with Lyle?

Immediately after I returned to my senses, I tried to delete the delivered message. As a member of a renowned family, I was certain Christopher’s parents would never allow him to get married to someone else’s ex-spouse.

Christopher asked me the reason I had deleted the message. My mind was all over the place because I was certain he had read the message before I could delete them in time. After one last reply, I put my phone aside and buried my face in my hands.