Chapter 228


    When I heard that, apprehension assailed me — I felt as though I was the person being interviewed. As


    I was afraid of hearing something I wouldn’t be able to ept, my heart hammered wildly. Throughout


    it all, I held my breath in fear that I might mishear a single word.


    With a hand propped under his chin, Christopher lounged on the sofanguidly. It was a simple


    posture, yet he emanated regality, making many of the women standing below the screen shriek in


    excitement. A few brazen women even started whistling,mending his good looks.


    “I’ll have to disappoint you about the engagement date. I’ll be taking legal action against the media


    channels that used groundless gossip to attract readers or viewers to protect my rights. Monica and I


    are good friends who grew up together. Our rtionship is as close as siblings, and there are no


    romantic entanglements between us as rumored.”


    All of a sudden, Christopher’s eyes turned cold and piercing. Stricken by terror, the reporter


    stammered, “Um… Then, what did it mean when you sent Ms. Martin roses during her piano recital?”


    “This sister of mine loves roses, so she would’ve probably been displeased had I given her any other


    flowers. I didn’t want to upset her, for she wouldin to my mother, saying I bullied her. Honestly


    speaking, my mother loves her like a goddaughter, so I’m also happy to have such a sister on whom I


    can shower my affections.”


    Picking up his teacup, Christopher took a sip of tea. As he dragged his finger along the porcin cup,


    the smile on his face widened. “She’s very popr in Avenport, so please don’t impede her from finding


    her own happiness with false reporting. That will really ce me in a pickle.”


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    “Oh, it turns out that the two of you are god-siblings. In that case, what’s your requirement for an ideal


    partner, Mr. Lane? Would you mind telling us that?” the reporter inquired.


    Lifting his head, Christopher looked right into the camera. His eyes shone with tenderness, and his


    gaze turned incredibly gentle. With a faint smile, he answered, “My partner doesn’t need to be


    incredibly smart. I find it adorable when she bumbles about. I like someone who’ll act coquettish with


    me and love eating my cooking. Even if it’s half-cooked, she’ll still eat it without any change in


    expression. Most importantly, she’ll only love me. Then, I’ll treasure, indulge, and protect her. I will


    make her the happiest woman in the world.”


    “It looks like your future wife will certainly be the happiest woman in the world, Mr. Lane.”


    Right then, my heart was racing madly, threatening to pound right out of my chest. I couldn’t control the


    smile blossoming on my face. As I ced my hand against my heart and sensed my heartbeat, my lips


    split into a grin, and I grinned like an idiot.


    The truth is, Christopher was well aware of my concerns. He didn’t use worthless words for trifling


    exnations tofort me. Instead, he employed such a method to confess his abiding love for me on


    the huge screen!


    His thoughtfulness hit me squarely in the chest, making me fall head over heels for him once more. If


    he were in front of me then, I would definitely throw myself at him and blurt out everything I want to tell


    him.


    How can he be so good to me? He gives me everything I want in the best way possible.


    I love you, Christopher Lane! I love you! These words echoed in my mind on a loop, and I sprinted all


    the way back to our house. Yesterday, I was wondering about moving out, but I now flung myself onto


    the bed like a child. A bubble of bliss enveloped me as I rolled all over the bed.


    The urge to send Christopher a message to tell him of my present feelings hit me, but I then felt that it


    wasn’t solemn enough. In the end, I sat on the bed and awaited his return foolishly with my cell phone


    in hand.


    Even when I woke up in the middle of the night, groggy with sleep, Christopher still hadn’te back.


    Despite thinking that he wasn’t returning that night, there wasn’t a trace of dejection within me.


    Surprisingly, I felt at ease although he wasn’t by my side. I spread out the canvas again and started


    painting. Shortly after, a light bulb went off in my head.


    I should paint how happy I feel on this canvas and use it to join the youth art exhibition this time! I’m


    going to show everyone my talent and no longer muddle through life. Most importantly, I want to


    transform myself into a woman who’s worthy of Christopher instead of waiting for him to change my


    circumstances!