Chapter 214


    I woke up the next morning, immediately feeling disgusted at how dirty and sticky my body felt. This


    was the first time Christopher hadn’t helped clean me up. I sleepily reached out for him, my heart


    lurching when my hand touched cold, empty sheets instead.


    Shouldn’tmunication be key to solving any problem? This was not going to work out if Christopher


    was so adamant about not talking to me and hearing me out.


    I perked up upon hearing sounds of water rushinging from the bathroom. Pushing myself out of


    bed, I went to the closet and dug out the outfit I’d bought for himst time, setting it out on a chair for


    him. He’d always treasured this outfit and had only worn it once when we went out on a date.


    I quickly turned around with a bright smile when I heard the door opening. “I picked out your clothes for


    you. Will you being home early tonight?”


    Christopher gave me a sidelong nce, a towel wrapped around his waist as he took out another set of


    clothes from the closet to change into. He swiftly got dressed and made to leave.


    “I won’t being home for a few days.”


    Panic flooded me, and I stood there motionless for a while. When I eventually snapped out of my daze


    and ran out after him, all I could see was the elevator doors slowly closing, barely providing me a


    glimpse of Christopher standing there with his head hung.


    The doors suddenly slid open again, and I brightened as I stepped closer to the elevator, thinking that


    Christopher had changed his mind. To my chagrin, a middle-aged woman also standing inside had her


    finger on the button instead. “Come on in then, missy. I have somewhere to be.”


    I looked at Christopher, who was staring at the floor. In the end, I couldn’t muster up the courage to get


    into the elevator, turning on my heel and walking away from him instead.


    When I stepped back into my home, the sight of therge, empty room made me rethink my


    decision. Why didn’t I get into that elevator? Why didn’t I try harder to exin myself to Christopher?


    We wouldn’t be having this cold war otherwise!


    This house had been a gift from Christopher, who had bought it secretly using my identification


    documents. Whenever I found myself in danger, he was the one who lent me a helping hand. Why am I


    fighting with him like this…


    When I reached my workce the next day, my colleague Mave was in the midst of organizing


    documents and files. She was a hardworking and serious young woman who always helped me out


    whenever I ran into difficulties at work.


    She gave me a cheerful smile when she spotted me walking in with breakfast. “That looks delicious!


    Can I have a taste?”


    “You can have all of it,” I replied, handing her the bag. “I’m not hungry.”


    “Really? Thank you so much!” Mave happily gobbled up the food, finishing it all. She then leaned in to


    ask in a small voice, “Eve, are you actually some kind of heiress from a rich family who’s just here for


    some fun?”


    “Why do you say so?” Iughed, shaking my head. Sure, I was ady of the Tanner family and had a


    higher social standing than the rest of the employees here, but that didn’t mean anything.


    “I saw you get onto a super expensive car a few days ago, and someone even helped open the door


    for you,” was Mave’s reply, her eyes wide with curiosity. “I asked my boyfriend, and he said that the car


    costs millions!”


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    She must have spotted Christophering to pick me up from work. Should I be grateful that she


    didn’t jump to conclusions and automatically think I was some rich businessman’s sugar baby or


    something? I pulled out my phone, thinking about calling Christopher, but put it down after having


    second thoughts.


    Iter went out for lunch at noontime. I was busy crossing the road when I saw Christopher standing


    amongst a crowd of bodyguards. He stood tall and proud, his chin raised high in the air as he and his


    entourage walked in my direction.


    We brushed past each other on the zebra crossing, but he didn’t bother to even spare me a nce,


    acting as if we wereplete strangers. I stopped in my tracks, instantly feeling my eyes grow wet with


    tears.


    Has he grown tired of me?