Chapter 333: Chapter 333

Things had progressed to that extent, and it was inappropriate to keep bothering the Zieglers, so I respectfully apologized to them. After that, I left while holding Christopher’s hand. Honestly, I would say that it was nauseating to deal with something like that.

I had made a mental note to never get in touch with Lyle again. What a troublesome a*s.

“Yvonne!” called out Lyle, who exited the restaurant, ran after us and was blocking our path.

“What?” I asked impatiently.

“Was it really all just a misunderstanding?” asked Lyle in an emotionally crushed state as he looked into my eyes. Why the hell is this grown man looking so sad for no reason? It looked as if Lyle felt wronged and was upset about missing out on something great.

“Mrs. Ziegler had already told you everything. Why bother asking me if you don’t believe it?” I asked before grinning and adding, “The truth doesn’t matter, though. It’s no longer important. Our relationship is in the past, and an adult shouldn’t hold on to the past like that. You should go to Crystal and lead a life with her.”

“Yvonne… Yvonne!” called out Lyle. He refused to back down and even tried to hug me. However, Christopher wasn’t going to let him get close. He pulled me into his arms and stopped Lyle from trying anything.

“We will leave now if there is nothing else you have to say, Mr. Smith. I am on a date with my wife, so it’s probably best if you don’t get in our way.”

I never even looked at Lyle again. Instead, I left with Christopher. The wind was a little chilly at the time, so Christopher wrapped us both up in his windbreaker and helped me readjust my scarf. When I got into the car, I heard Lyle shouting from behind me in a very sad voice.

He ran over and slammed his palm against the window, so I had no choice but to roll it down. I waited for him to speak.

Lyle was nervous about expressing himself, so he mumbled for a long time before he finally forced some words out of his lips. “Yvonne, I have thought about building a life with you. I truly considered it back in the days,” said Lyle.

“But you missed your shot. No one would wait forever, and everyone will inevitably leave after being ignored for too long,” I pointed out. I was Lyle’s secret admirer for eight years and was married to him for two years. That was ten years of my life.

I waste the most precious and most youthful time of my life on him. Fortunately, I was young. I was lucky to have met Christopher after all that ordeal, but I couldn’t help tearing up a little. Why couldn’t I have met Christopher earlier? If I had, I would have had more than two months with him. Fate couldn’t force me to leave him after these precious two months.

“Yvonne!” exclaimed Lyle before he suddenly held my wrist, “You’re crying. That means you still love me, don’t you? We can start over.”

What the f*ck? This narcissistic id*ot is only capable of interpreting my tears that way. I swung my hand a few times, but I couldn’t break free of him. I was about to bite the guy’s hand when Christopher stopped me and pinched Lyle’s hand hard. There’s no saying how he actually managed it with just a pinch, but Lyle let go immediately. His eyes, however, kept staring at me as if his heart were burning with unending love.

“Yvonne, I love you!”

“Sorry, but you are crossing a line here. I am your friend’s wife so please do go off-limits. You should know that,” I warned him. Just then, I noticed that Christopher had led my hand away, and that got me to roll my eyes at him. He’s not speaking up or helping me at all! He is just watching as I struggle with this mad man.

“Don’t bite the guy. I worry that you’d get infected with something nasty,” scolded Christopher before he tapped my forehead a little to punish me. After that, his expression turned serious, and he said, “Oy, Lyle. Stop being an a*shole and move out of the way.”

Christopher hit the gas upon finishing his words. The car sped ahead and left Lyle in the dust. I later noticed that Christopher was holding my hand while driving, so I reminded him in a worried tone, “Let go now. You’ll give me a heart attack if you keep driving while holding my hand like this.”

Christopher stopped the car all of a sudden and turned to me. He had his puppy eyes on like he had just been wounded, and he opened his arms before requesting, “I can’t believe you cried in front of your ex-husband. I’m jealous, and I demand a hug.”

I couldn’t help smiling at the big baby who was being coquettish again. My eyes were watery when I leaned into his arm and commented solemnly, “How great would it be if you were the one I met ten years ago? My life wouldn’t be as short if that were the case.”