Chapter 105: Chapter 105

“Innocent?” I bit his arm. “You have a fiancée! I will never be your mistress. You know I hate women like that. I clearly told you that you should just tell me if you’re already taken. I told you I will accept it gladly and not make a fuss of it, but now I’m caught in a difficult position because of you.”

Although it was just an engagement, I did not take it lightly. When a woman became someone’s fiancée, it meant she had all her hope on the man that he would live up to his promise.

If Christopher did not have a fiancée or a girlfriend, I would stay with him until he got tired of me, but I would never allow myself to get into an affair with him. This was what I loathed the most. I would never become someone I hated.

“I have a fiancée?” He rubbed his chin and looked at me cluelessly. “Why don’t I even know I’m engaged?”

“Cut the crap, Christopher. You’re no different from Lyle.”

My heart chilled at his blatant denial. Everyone was in the know, so there was no point negating the fact. “Your fiancée is a good woman. I hope you don’t end up hurting her even if you don’t like her.”

I turned my back toward him and stopped at the door. I told myself to never look back after walking out. My heart ached at the thought of ending things with Christopher. After all, he was the man who had treated me the best aside from my former parents.

I could not believe I would lose him so soon. This was the cruelest joke life had played on me. The man I loved already had a fiancée.

Before I could get out, Christopher lifted me off the ground and swung me on his shoulder. He locked the door and put me on the bed before pressing his body against mine. When he saw me trying to get off, he grabbed my hands and pinned me on the bed.

“Don’t tell me you think Monica is my fiancée?” There was hurt written all over his face. I rolled my eyes at him. His acting skills were really on point. He might be the heir of a powerful family, but to me, he was no different from a Casanova.

“Are you going to keep lying to me?”

What happened next completely confounded me. Christopher burst out in uncontrollable laughter holding his stomach. His laughter pulled at my heartstrings and I found myself reaching for his face.

I wondered how someone could be this handsome. Someone like me did not deserve a man like him.

“How I wish you’re single,” I mumbled.

When he finally stopped laughing, he pinched my nose and rubbed his face against mine. He always liked doing this. He said it made him feel love and warmth. He said this was something only people deeply in love would do.

“Eve, you look adorable when you’re jealous, do you know that? It’s a little scary, but when I looked at your puckered lips, I feel like I can swallow you whole.”

“This is not about me getting jealous, it’s about doing the right thing, Christopher.” I tried persuading him, and myself.

He planted a kiss on my cheek and shrugged. “But the thing is, I don’t have a fiancée. I’m not engaged to Monica. Our families are really close, so we meet each other at a lot of events. If this itself is enough to make you think I’m engaged, then I guess you can say I have a lot of fiancées.”

A teasing smile played on his lips as he spoke. “Why don’t you be my fiancée? I promise I’ll treat you like my queen.”