Chapter 70


    Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 70


    “All right, Grandma.” I managed a smile.


    Maybe I could continue to wait for some more time. Lyle was already set on leaving me. Perhaps she


    would agree to it if he was the one to say it. Besides, Sharon could have as many granddaughter-inws


    as she liked. Even if she did not fancy Crystal, I could stille by and visit her.


    Her face split into a wide grin as she called Lyle, asking him toe over for a meal. However, her hope


    was crushed when he did not show up. I reckoned that Josephine told him that I was here too, instead of


    saying Sharon missed him. Otherwise, he would have shown up.


    Wasn’t he looking for me though? Even though I did not know what it was about, I reckoned it wouldn’t


    be something good. He must be calling to ask me to put up an act to clear Crystal’s name. What else


    could it be?


    “Eve, don’t worry. I will demand Lyle to exin everything to you,” Sharon said sternly before I left the


    house.


    My heart swelled at her remark. She still cared about me, but I could not say the same for Lyle. From the


    moment I threw my ring away, I had drawn the line to steer clear of him. As long as what he wanted did


    not concern me, I vowed not to give a dime about what he was up to.


    It was only half a year until Sharon’s seventieth birthday celebration. Half a year should be enough to


    make her realize how much Lyle hated me, and how much he wanted nothing to do with me. Perhaps


    she wouldn’t be adamant about the idea of me staying together with him after witnessing all that.


    I gave Christopher a call and told him all about my conversation with my grandma. I was even telling him


    these trivial matters that did not concern him. Is this a good or bad thing?


    “Grandma really loves me. She always wants the best for me. She thinks I’ll be happy if I stay together


    with Lyle. I’m afraid that I have to disappoint her this time.”


    I let out a sigh and started toin as I walked down the street. “Why doesn’t Lyle care about his


    elder? I am an outsider, and yet I worry about Grandma being affected by the news. I don’t know what is


    up with him that he’s willing to let this go out of hand. Is he out of his mind or what?”


    Christopher did not seem unhappy about me rambling on. On the other hand, the man sounded so


    happy that it was even apparent from his tone, “There’s no need to be jealous of others having people


    who care about them. You have me, darling.”


    I was stumped when he called me that. Normally, I would not care when others called me that, but I


    almost flinched when he did. I only regained myposure after some time.


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    “Are you hungry? Why don’t I make you some foodter?”


    “Of course. I’ve been hungry for over half a month. Say, why don’t I order an intable doll that looks just


    like you? That way, I can at least look at it when I miss you.” Christopher grinned like a hooligan all of a


    sudden.


    I really had no idea how to reply to him. It just happened that I passed by an adult toy store, and I


    jokingly suggested, “Why not I get you a toy instead? Ehem…”


    Before I could finish, I already found myself choking on my words. Since when did I have such a filthy


    mind? It certainly has everything to do with Christopher.


    “Actually, your hand might feel morefortable instead, and I’m sure I can’t buy that anywhere else.


    What do you think?” Christopher did not lose his cool by my remark and teased me instead.


    I blushed crimson red and replied, “I’m going to buy my stuff. Ciao.”


    I took the seafood I brought and skipped along the road. When I reached an intersection, a car stopped


    beside me and shone its headlight in my direction. Initially, I thought the car was after the parking spot


    behind me, so I took a few steps ahead. However, the car continued to trail behind me beforeing to


    a stop by my side.


    “What the hell?” I frowned and turned around.


    The car stopped, and the driver wound down the car window, revealing my father, Nathan Tanner’s face.


    With a cold look on his face, the man snapped, “Yvonne, do you still have any regard for me as your


    father? How dare you pretend as if you had not seen my car? Didn’t the school teach you manners?”