Chapter 439: Chapter 439

“Compared to seeing you in despair, it doesn’t really matter if my way looks ridiculous.” After finishing her tea, Monica was now straightening her dress. She looked as beautiful as a painting coming to life. Only if the beautiful woman would stop attacking people with her words.

“Hey, you! Can you hear all the nonsense that you’re talking about? Do you not see how insanely arrogant you are?” Sabrina couldn’t contain herself and blurted.

I gave the woman a little nudge and was about to say something when we were all disrupted by a familiar sound of car engine. Together, we turned toward the source of the sound and saw a red Maserati pulling up at the entrance.

Before long, a pair of long legs stepped out of the car, followed by Christopher’s handsome and perfectly symmetrical face. He was wearing a set of white suit, which gave out a different air than the usual black ones.

The white suit evened out his sharp but charming facial features. His slightly curled-up lips made him look more warm and approachable than usual.

With his hands tucked in his pockets, the man strode toward my direction and stopped at about a yard away from me. A glint of delight flashed across Christopher’s eyes as his laser vision lingered on me.

Embarrassed, I squirmed slightly and said softly, “What are you looking at? Do you not recognize me?”

The man suddenly took a big step forward, picked me up, and then swirled one round on the spot before he happily replied, “You’re exactly right! Who is this beautiful woman? I must make you my wife!”

“Oh, dear. Put me down, Chris. We’re in a public place. People are watching.” I pounded lightly on his back while carefully holding onto his neck and shoulder.

Christopher carefully put me back onto my chair, but his eyes were still glued to me. He raised an eyebrow and feigned a sigh. “Gosh, now I feel very conflicted.”

“What’s wrong?” His comment made me feel self-conscious and started checking if something was wrong with my dress.

The next thing I knew, Christopher took off his coat and covered me up. “You look so beautiful I’m not sure if I want others to see you this evening. I’m getting jealous. I should be the only one who gets to see this side of you. Should I let you go to the wedding looking so smoking hot?” the man pondered out loud.

Urgh! So this was his so-called worry. I rolled my eyes at him in response.

“Chris!” Monica finally interrupted. She had been watching my interactions with Christopher with her vengeful eyes.

As though just realizing her presence, Christopher turned around and replied flatly, “Oh it’s you, Monica. Is everything okay?”

“Chris, I er… I mean, will you be my date to the wedding ceremony this evening?” Monica stammered.

“Of course not. I’m with Eve. If you’re in need of a date, I’m sure Spencer will be thrilled to fill in that role.” Christopher held my hand and let out a polite smile.

Monica was taken aback by the man’s indifferent response. “Chris, I know I had rejected you all those years back. But I was too young and stupid then. It’s been twelve years now. You’re not still mad at me, are you?” she desperately pleaded.

“Ms. Martin, enough is enough. I think you’d better stop here before you cross the line.” Christopher’s expression darkened instantly. A chilling glint flashed across the man’s eyes.

Monica felt a shiver down her spine and immediately stopped talking. She appeared to be stung by Christopher addressing her as Ms. Martin. Instead, the woman gave Christopher the wounded look.

“If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving now. See you!”

On our way to the wedding reception, I couldn’t help but feel troubled by my conversation with Monica earlier. I had a constant feeling that she was hatching some sort of malicious plan. Therefore I recounted our conversation to Christopher. “Chris, do you think the Martins are planning something against your family?”