Chapter 91
Speaking of the Lane family, I immediately looked at him. “Tomorrow is your dad’s birthday? Um, what
gift should I get? Ugh, I only cared about fighting with Lyle today and forgot about buying gifts.”
Since I was going over as Lyle’s wife, I did not actually have to worry about bringing gifts since
Grandma would prepare everything. However, the situation was different now. I wanted to dump Lyle
and get together with Christopher. Thus, I should be more serious when meeting his father.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already prepared it for you.” He then jutted his chin toward the coffee table. On it,
there was a inly packaged box. I was dumbfounded when I picked it up. “Walnut cookies? Oh,e
on, you want me to bring such a thing to a luxury party? I’ll getughed at.”
I then red unhappily at him and asked, “You’re not ying tricks on me, right?”
“Trust me, I’ll y tricks on anyone but you,” he replied, patting the top of my head. “Why? Is my
reputation that poor?”
As I looked deep into his eyes, for some reason, I trusted him. I believed that no matter what he did, he
would not hurt me. Thus, I wrinkled my nose and said, “I’ll believe you then. But if I lose face, I’ll beat
you up.”
“Can you bear to?” he asked, carrying me onto hisp as he began to put food in my mouth. I willingly
took a bite. Although I had had dinner with the Smiths earlier, I did not actually eat anything.
Those truths had already caused my heart to bleed. If another stab came, my heart would copse
completely. Fortunately, I met Christopher in that abyss.
“Of course I can!” I said, taking another bite. I lightly pinched the skin around his waist, then picked up
some food and fed him.
In that manner, we fed each other until we were both full. After the meal, I wanted to do the dishes.
However, he pressed me onto the sofa and said that he would do it. Thus, I merely watched him, giving
him moral support.
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I was grinning like a fool as I watched him. Then at night, as usual, we did not go all the way. After we
were done, wey on the bed as I nestled in his arms. “What’s your family like?”
“Don’t worry, although my family has some wealth, there’s nothing messy going on. Both my parents
and my brother and his wife are loving. My brother’s five years older than me, so I don’t need to worry
about most of the family matters. I only need to apany you well.”
What a happy family. No wonder he can do whatever he wants. “Do you think they’ll like me?” I asked.
“Of course. My eye for picking people is better than average,” he replied before kissing me on the
forehead.
In reality, I was somewhat surprised by my question because I had said it out of worry about whether
my future parents-inw would like me. It turned out that I had already regarded myself as his girlfriend
and had epted that identity very dly.
But I’m a divorcee. Can they really ept me? At that moment, anxiety emerged in my heart. After all,
it was human nature that once someone had something beautiful, they would want and desire even
more.
Previously, I had intended to stay by Christopher’s side quietly, and only when he got married and had
children would I leave. I rubbed my hand against his chest, suppressing the thoughts that had just
come up.
To divorce Lyle, I had even been willing to bebeled as a mistress who got in between others’
rtionships. As a result, I had no right to make others ept such a notorious person.
I was satisfied that I could stay with someone who had no reason to be nice to me. I could not hope for
more. Thus, it was fine as long as I still had him.
When I woke in the morning, Christopher was beside me on the bed. He was quiet when he slept,
having none of his usual rushed mannerisms and unruliness. He also seemed to have dreamt of
something nice, for there was a slight smile on his face, making him look like a young boy.
My young boy. I leaned over and pecked him on the lips before I got up. Just then, one of his hands
cupped the back of my head, and he deepened the kiss. It was a long and deep kiss—full of sweetness
and calm.