Chapter 73


    “Feeling guilty now? I want to see who your lover is!” Furious, Lyle grabbed the ashtray on the table


    and threw it toward me. I could not dodge in time, so it smacked my forehead. In a daze, I was dragged


    to the bedroom by him.


    I did not dare to steal a nce inside. If there was anything rted to Christopher inside, I would be


    doomed.


    Lyle stood frozen to the spot as if he had just been jolted awake for a dream. When I noticed that he


    did not fly into a rage, I nced over immediately and realized that the nkets in the bedroom were


    folded neatly. Other than some female pajamas, there was nothing else on the bed. My worry finally


    dissipated as a wave of relief washed over me.


    “Are you done looking, Lyle?” I asked coldly.


    “Get lost!” The man ran into the bathroom and the guest room. Afterbing through every inch of the


    house, he realized that there were no men inside. Whirling around, he grabbed my neck and


    demanded, “Where did you hide your lover? Where’s Christopher?”


    He was using so much force that I could barely breathe. I remembered that day in the hotel when I


    rushed to save him unhesitatingly. Even though I got shed by the broken fragments of the


    chandelier, he just carried Crystal and left without sparing a single nce at me.


    I began crying again, though it was not out of sorrow. I would not feel sad because of Lyle’s actions


    again. Instead, it was because my neck hurt too much and I could not breathe. Prying his hands away


    forcefully, I said with much difficulty, “I’m so stupid. Why did I rush over that day when we were in the


    hotel? See, I could give up my life for you, yet you want to kill me. You’re right. I’m as pathetic as a dog,


    having to serve your every need.”


    Standing frozen to the spot, he released his grip. I slid onto the ground weakly and kept coughing.


    While I coughed, I let out a sorrowful chuckle and asked, “Would you like me to have a one-night stand


    with a random man on the streets and take some pictures for you? Or, you can spectate us at the side


    and discuss our various positions. That way, I’ll have a lover, and you can divorce me fair and square.


    Not only can you ruin my reputation, but you can also be together with Crystal again.”


    “Stop talking!” interrupted Lyle as he carried me and ced me on the couch. “Are you okay? I’ll pour


    you a ss of warm water.”


    It was those carefully curated words again. He viewed them with so much importance, it was as if they


    were part of his bible. Every time he spoke those words, it meant that his attitude had softened. Lyle


    went to the kitchen and poured a ss of water for me, but I refused to look at him. I ced the ss


    on the table casually and remained motionless.


    He kept ncing around the house, trying to search for something. In the end, he asked, “Is there


    really nothing going on between you and Christopher?”


    Though Iughed, I was boiling with fury wihtin. In a hostile tone, I rebuked, “Why are you asking me?


    Don’t you already have your own answer? Will you even believe what I say?”


    The man turned quiet again as he stared at me with a frown on his face. If he had done this in the past,


    I would feel extremely uneasy and would wish for nothing more than to appease him again.


    Unfortunately, all I wanted to do now was to p his haughty-looking face.


    “Why did you buy this house? Did you already n on leaving me earlier on?” demanded Lyle in an


    interrogative tone.


    Iughed. “Oh, I bought it after I saw the video Bianca sent me, featuring both of you in the bed. Do


    you want to watch it? It’s really entertaining.”


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    I did not know why Lyle hade to look for me. Despite rebuking him so aggressively, he could still


    tolerate it and stay here. I continued, “If there’s nothing else, I’d like to rest. Please leave.”


    A grim look crossed his eyes. It looked like his temper was about to blow up, yet he forcefully


    suppressed it. “Let’s move back. Pack your belongings now.”


    Seeing that I did not move, he dragged me toward the door. I flung his hand away forcefully and


    snapped through gritted teeth, “Lyle, I’m not your pet cat or dog. You can’t just summon and dismiss


    me whenever you want. If there’s anything you want to say, tell me directly. I have no time to waste with


    you.”


    “Stop kicking up a fuss. Grandma told me to bring you home. Are you going to ignore her instructions


    too?” Lyle red at me.