Chapter 58


    Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 58


    He seemed to be undefeatable when it came to a battle of wits. I could learn a thing or two from him.


    Amidst all the chaos, I identally caught sight of Crystal leaning on Wendy with a pitiful look on her


    face. The moment she noticed me staring, she arched an eyebrow.


    “You lost,” mouthed Crystal smugly.


    She was right. I had lost. In fact, I never had a chance to begin with. If Christopher and Sabrina had not


    shown up to save the day, things would have been worst. I would be publiclybeled a mistress, cast


    aside, and stomped on.


    With all my might, I yanked off my wedding ring and handed it over to Lyle. “Two years ago, after you


    broke up with Crystal, it was you who came and asked my hand in marriage. You promised me a lifetime


    of happiness. That was why I married you. Now, I’m giving this ring back to you. Since you want us to be


    divorced, I’ll fulfill your wish.”


    That was the first time I discussed the matters of our divorce in front of others. Lyle gaped at me,


    shocked. Seemingly hesitant, he did not ept the ring. Scoffing at the idea that he was reminiscing


    about our memories together, I grabbed his hand and pressed the ring down onto his palm.


    “Lyle!” Crystal called out to Lyle with tears in her eyes. Their loving and affectionate gazes locked over


    the crowd. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. I had seen this scene happened so many times I was sick of it.


    Crystal had made her intention crystal clear that day. Lyle was the reason she had returned. As for me, I


    no longer had the will to fight.


    Just then, a crowd of reporters swarmed into the restaurant. Camera shes and the clicking of shutters


    could be heard as they hurried over to us. While running, some of the reporters starting asking


    questions, shoving their microphones towards Crystal. “Ms. Yates, as an up-anding artist, you are


    well-known all over the world. However, rumor has it that you are a homewrecker. Is that true?”


    “Mr. Smith, what is your rtionship with Ms. Yates? Are you married? Who’s your wife? If Ms. Yates


    were to marry you, what will happen to your wife? Are you sure you want to abandon your wife?”


    It was fortunate that Lyle and I had not conducted a party for our wedding. Even though I was the young


    mistress of the Smith household, the media had never known of my existence. At first sight of the


    reporters, Christopher snuck me away from the group while Sabrina stayed back to prevent the reporters


    from seeing me. As the mistress of the Zimmer household, the reporters should be more interested in


    Sabrina than they were with me.


    “Come on, let’s get outta here. It will be troublesome for you in the future if the reporters were to catch a


    photo of your face.” Christopher’s tall physique prevented me from getting hit by the people walking


    around. As for my husband, he was too busy protecting the goddess of his heart.


    I could not help but turn and look at him. Perhaps I really was stupid. Even then, I wanted to know what


    Lyle would tell the media. My expectations for Lyle were too high. A small piece of my heart still hoped


    that he would not be so shameless.


    Luckily, Lyle did not dare to act rashly in front of the cameras. He even warned Wendy to keep quiet


    when she was about to speak. Suddenly, the hands on my shoulders felt heavier. I winced in pain before


    looking up at Christopher. He looked displeased, clearly upset that I had turned to look at Lyle.


    Just as I was about to leave, I caught sight of a chandelier swaying intensely on the ceiling. It looked like


    it was about to crash any second. Before I could register what I was doing, I flung away Christopher’s


    hands and dashed toward Lyle through the crowd, lunging at him.


    Crash! The chandelier fell to the ground, barely brushing my shoulder. The clear sound of metal hitting


    the ground and ss shattering reverberated across the restaurant. The broken pieces of ss flew


    everywhere, cutting my arm and leg, but I had been fortunate. If it weren’t for the fact that I sprinted fast


    enough to push Lyle out of the way, the chandelier would have hit my head.


    My husband was stunned. Perhaps he had not expected for me to save him at that critical moment


    instead of leaving. “Eve…” he mumbled.


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    “Lyle, my leg hurts!” Crystal was holding onto her leg as blood gushed out from a cut. Her tears did not


    stop rolling down her cheeks as she whimpered to Lyle.


    At the sight of the wound on her leg, Lyle snapped out of his daze. He then quickly turned his gaze back


    to me and stuffed the wedding ring back into my hands. “We’ll talk about the divorce back home. Wait for


    me in our house,” Lylemanded in a gentle manner.