âWhat I said is true!â Christopher sighed, âWhat do I need to do for you to believe me?â
He added, âArenât you always curious as to why I would approach Lyle to get closer to you? Well, thatâs because a year and a half ago, I met you at the hotel.â
My head snapped up, and I looked at him warily.
Christopher patted my head. âI just returned from overseas that night and was attending a business party on behalf of my mother when I got drugged. They wanted to push some random woman at me, but I didnât want to have anything to do with them. So I left the private room and walked into your room. Maybe it was destiny.â
âReally?â I asked with a trembling voice.
âYes, really. When I woke up and saw you beside me that night, I wanted to bring you with me. I left for a while and came back to find that youâve left with Lyle. I asked around and found out that you are married to Lyle. Only then, I stopped looking for you.â
I believed his words because he even knew the hotel room number and that was something only the person involved could have known.
Nonetheless, it was all so cliche. I have only seen such a scene happening on TV. I couldnât believe that it would happen to Christopher and me. I was once again grateful for him as he had unwittingly saved me from being defiled by other men.
âSo you had already saved me once. That was what you meant when you said we had known each other early on? You were referring to that moment?â I guessed the world did work in miraculous ways. It all felt so surreal.
âMaybe even earlier,â Christopher joked.
âI know youâre lying to me this time.â I lay on his chest and let out a sigh. I suppose this is how it feels when you see a rainbow after a storm. Hang on, didnât I just cut his hand with a knife?
I sat up, grabbed his wrist, and noticed the bandage on his palm. I apologized, âIâm sorry for hurting you.â
âTook you long enough to remember my injury. You didnât even glance at it when you went crazy earlier. Iâm still angry about it.â Christopher glared at me, pretending to be angry. However, he wasnât able to keep his act up for long, and he soon laughed out loud.
âItâs just a small cut. The doctor was exaggerating. Donât worry.â
Even though I lost my rationale, I knew he bled a lot. He insisted his injury wasnât severe because he didnât want me to feel bad for it. That thought saddened me. Christopher would end up hurt whenever he was with me. He would tolerate me even when I lost my temper.
âNext time, slap me a few more times if this happens again. That way, Iâll get to calm down, and you wonât get hurt.â
âThereâs a next time? Eve, if you do this a few more times, I might die from a heart attack.â Christopher flicked at my forehead lightly.
We were cuddling on the bed as we talked when I suddenly recalled something. I blinked and smacked him playfully. âDonât tell me you were planning to steal Lyleâs woman from the beginning? So thatâs why youâre friends with him despite the difference in social status. Donât even deny it. Your motive was clear as day when you took my identification to buy a house for me.â
âYes, how smart of you. Are you happy now that a handsome, dashing, and romantic guy like me fell for you?â Christopher asked, grinning slyly.
âOf course I am.â I smiled. I am grateful to have a boyfriend like him. I mightâve used up all my good luck in this lifetime to meet him.
âMy goodness! What happened to you? Your eyes are so swollen. Donât tell me you got in a fight with him?â Sabrina didnât mention Christopherâs name because rumors could spread, and there was a chance of others hearing it even if we were in a private room.