Chapter 348: Chapter 348

I couldn’t sleep that night. My mind kept thinking about Christopher and Julia, and about how everyone was troubled. I couldn’t bring myself to blame Julia because I would probably be conflicted too if I were in her position.

Monica’s mom died while saving Julia, and that was why Monica lost her mom at a young age. Julia raised Monica as her daughter… or more accurately, the former raised the latter while assuming that the latter would marry into the family in the future. Everyone would be happy if Christopher fell in love with Monica and married her. Unfortunately, I showed up out of nowhere and disrupted that peace. Under those circumstances, Julia was considered incredibly strong to be able to remain civil with me.

I slowly became drowsy as the night progressed. Suddenly, I felt the blanket becoming heavier. I could barely breathe under all that weight. Am I being haunted? I heard that huge houses like these tend to be haunted… I trembled, and the more I thought about it, the more scared I became.

I woke up instantly. At first, I wanted to open my eyes to see what was going on, but I worried that I won’t see anything if I open them. It would be even scarier if the weight remained, even though there was nothing there. I was drowning in fear until a hand slid under my pajamas. That got me to fling my eyes open and grab the hand before complaining, “What the hell, Christopher? Don’t you know that a person can get a heart attack if they get too frightened?”

Christopher didn’t seem bothered about being caught at all. He even lifted the blanket and crawled right under it. “I frightened you? Come on. You didn’t think that there’ll be any pervert in the house, did you?”

Naturally, I wasn’t going to admit to something as embarrassing as suspecting ghosts, so I complained, “There is a pervert in the house. You!”

“Hmm…. well, I am here to do something dirty. Alas, my lady, having sex in the dark is one of the best things on Earth. Give yourself to me, for you are mine tonight. Let me teach you the pleasure of being a woman,” said Christopher in a weird accent before he kept his head up high and smiled mischievously at me. His finger traced my face before he licked me and asked, “Are you ready for my assault?”

I blushed. Oh my gosh, how corny can the guy get? He is acting up more often, and things just got worse after my misdiagnosis is confirmed. It’s like he suddenly turned into another person. He kept hanging out around me all day and demanded hugs every now and then. He even let his lust run wild without warning! What the hell? Gah, I bet he’s only behaving this way because he knows I am too nice to reject him.

That thought prompted me to push Christopher away and pull the blanket away from him. Then, I warned, “Oy, don’t you misbehave now. We’re at your family home, and your mom is upset enough about our situation. It’s a miracle that she didn’t chase me out, so don’t do anything that will make things awkward for everyone.”

“Don’t worry. My mom doesn’t walk around the house in the middle of the night. Besides, you’re my wife. Isn’t it sinful for you to abandon your husband and let him sleep on his own?” replied Christopher before he crawled under the bed again and held me tight. His hand started wandering once more.

I struggled for a bit, but I couldn’t push him away, so I negotiated with him. When he hovered over me, I said angrily, “Just once. You’re not allowed to be too reckless, and you must leave afterward. This is your family home, and regardless of the situation, you should still consider your mom’s feelings. I will give you the silent treatment if you don’t reel it in.”

“Fine, just once. It’s better than nothing,” replied Christopher while having a scowl on. He was obviously unhappy with that arrangement.

Turned out, I was too naïve. Men never mean it when they said that they would only do it once. His lust was not something that could be settled in one go. He wouldn’t stop even if I tried to reject his advances. He’d kiss me until I lost my mind and couldn’t get a word out. If I struggled against him, I would be punished so severely that I ended up begging for mercy and tearing up a little.

In the end, Christopher stayed in my room for over two hours. He only got up reluctantly after I got all teary and called him an a*shole. As he put his clothes on, he said, “You haven’t recovered yet, so we should pace ourselves. Let’s go do a full-body check-up tomorrow. I’ll collect what you owe me once we are certain that you have recovered.”

“A*shole,” I complained before tossing a pillow at him, “Get lost!”