Chapter 62


    Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 62


    “Anemia from miscarriage. Plus too much stress. That’s why you fainted. During the check-up, the doctor


    did not stop scolding us, saying that we suck at taking care of people. On a side note, look at that


    scumbag, Lyle. You saved him in front of so many people, yet he didn’t even repay the favor. Instead, he


    carried Crystal away.


    I’m not sure a scumbag is a fitting title for him anymore. How about a b*stard? Yeah, that sounds way


    better. Why did you even save him? If he had died, you would have been given the authority over his


    finances. With that amount of money, you could have found a second lover in no time.” Sabrina clicked


    her tongue as she shook her head.


    I let out a dryugh. She had a fair point. I was an idiot, so stupid that I had forgotten about myself. Every


    time the scene in the restaurant crossed my mind, my heart sank and my lungs felt heavier. The man I


    loved would never be beside me when I needed him most. Instead, I would be abandoned again and


    again. What other hope did I have?


    “Why were you in the restaurant yesterday? And with… Christopher?” I could not help but inquire.


    “Oh, that. That was a coincidence. Christopher has wealth, power, and impable looks. As a rich


    bachelorette, he and I got set up on a blind date. We do make a good match, don’t you think?” Sabrina


    shed me a wide grin as she leaned forward to inch closer to me.


    “Yes… A good… good…” For some reason, I found it difficult to say the word “match.” Have I truly lost


    everything? Even thest bit of warmth?


    The door of the bedroom suddenly swung open. In walked Christopher wearing an apron with a cartoon


    bear printed on it. He walked over with a tray and ced it in front of me. On top of the tray sat a bowl of


    porridge. He made sure everything was alright with the drip before turning to me. “Eat. I just cooked this.


    You must be hungry.”


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    His long fingers looked as defined as the sculptures in the museum. Still hazy, I epted the porridge


    and took a few bites. My mind was still in a blur as I could not make heads or tails of the situation. Why is


    Christopher here? Is he here for Sabrina?


    “Pfft!” Sabrina must have found my dazed look funny. Sheughed heartily before patting my shoulders.


    “Alright, I’ll stop teasing you. Seeing your disappointment, I almost feel like I’m as despicable as Crystal.


    Almost.”


    She then turned and nudged Christopher toward me, puckering her lips. “Here, this is the man who took


    care of you the entire night without a wink of sleep and the one good enough to cook for you. A piece of


    advice, you should really show your gratitude. I suggest repaying him with your affection.”


    Speechless, I stared at my hand as Sabrina ced it in Christopher’s. She quickly strode out of the


    bedroom after that. Before she closed the door, she sneaked me a cheeky wink. “By the way, I only


    showed up yesterday because I received a call for help from him, abandoning my own boyfriend for you.


    I’m a good enough friend, don’t you think?”


    As she closed the door shut, my brain got even foggier. What on earth happened? Why is it that I can


    understand all that she was saying, but at the same time I can’t make sense of it?


    “Christopher…” I whined.


    “Eat first.” The man could not help but chuckle at my confusion. He took the bowl from me and started


    feeding me. “Open your mouth, darling. Ahhh…”


    A blush crept up my face. Darling? Such a title was far too cheesy and intimate. I quickly snatched the


    spoon from him. “I can do it myself.”


    He shrugged, not insistent on feeding me. He then took a seat on a chair by the bed, keeping his eyes


    on the drip bottle as he did so. When the liquid inside the drip bottle almost ran out, he ced his hand


    over mine. “It might be a little painful. You’re gonna have to bear with me.”


    “Just pluck it out. I’m not that spoiled.” After all, it was just a needle. That was nothingpared to all


    the hurt and pain I had experienced in the Tanner residence. I was confident that I would not be


    bothered.


    “Hah!” Christopher gave a lowugh. “I wonder who was the one who bit my arm in painst night.”


    My face started to grow hot as I retorted meekly, “How was that possible? I’m not afraid of needles!”


    Sabrina’s words yed in my mind. I don’t want your teeth on my arm when you cry out in pain. A blur


    memory resurfaced at that moment. A doctor had been approaching me with a needle. At the sight of the


    sharp point, I had started yelling and crying out for my mother.