Chapter 349


    Christopher chuckled and pinched me a little before he snuck out of the room. Naturally, he had to go


    out through the window. Before he left, he squeezed my bosom. “I feel that they have gotten bigger.


    The books are right. Boobs need to be massaged regrly so they can grow bigger.”


    I grabbed another pillow and threw it over. By then, Christopher had already jumped to the other side.


    He was so athletic that I was a little jealous. I felt all sticky at the time, so I went to take a shower. That


    was when I heard my phone vibrating.


    I dried my hands and got my phone from my bag. To my surprise, no one was calling me. What’s


    strange was that the sound of a vibrating phone kept echoing in the room. I looked around and finally


    found Christopher’s phone under the bed.


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    My lips twitched. That man… He must’ve tossed his clothes randomly to the side and didn’t even know


    that he had dropped his phone. I picked the phone up and checked the screen to see that the call was


    from a person who only saved as thirteen in Christopher’s contact list. I didn’t know if I should ept


    the call and wanted to get the phone to Christopher immediately. Unfortunately, our rooms were too far


    apart, and the caller might hang up before I reach his room.


    I rushed to put my clothes on, but the phone had stopped vibrating. The person called a second time


    right away, and it sounded like an urgent matter. I hesitated for a moment before I epted the call and


    said, “Hi, you’re looking for Christopher, right? He’s not here now. Do you mind waiting for about ten


    minutes? I will have him call you back soon. May I know your name?”


    There was a short silence from the other end. “Yvonne, is that you?” asked an excited person who


    sounded youthful and strong.


    “And you are?” Is he Christopher’s friend? I blinked.


    “This is Sean. We met on the cruise ship,” replied Sean.


    “Oh, it’s you. I’m so d you’re fine,” I said. Things were hectic earlier, so I almost forgot about the guy.


    I thought about him, but I never asked Christopher if everyone was alright. I didn’t want to risk


    reminding him of the sad past.


    “Yeah, everybody survived. I need to speak to Sir. Please have him call me right away because he


    repeatedly told me that it is urgent and to call him as soon as the investigation bore fruit.”


    “This isn’t about John, right?” I asked nervously. My reaction was justified because John truly


    traumatized me. He was the first person I shot, and he became so crazy that he wanted to drag us to


    the sea with him and drown us. He was such a lunatic.


    “No, he is dead. Don’t worry, Yvonne,” replied Sean before he added, “I am not in a position to tell you


    what it is about, though. I’m sure Sir will share this with you soon enough, so please don’t ask about it.”


    Sean being that mysterious only got me to feel more nervous. Did something big happen?


    I asked Sean to wait for a moment. After that, I put on my clothes and held the phone before heading


    over to Christopher’s room. I scanned around and made sure that no one was around before I sighed a


    breath of relief. My gosh, we’re married, but we’re still sneaking around like teenagers.


    I was going to knock on the door, but Iter realized that it wasn’t closed properly, so I pushed it gently.


    “Chris, it took me a lot of courage toe to you tonight, but I really want to know,” said a woman.


    Through the gap of the door, I saw that Christopher was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and


    was ying with his lighter. Standing in front of him was none other than Monica.


    My eye twitched and immediately backed out. I spied and acted like I was an essory on the door.


    Christopher lit up a cigarette and took a few puffs before he said, “You already know my answer, don’t


    you? You profess your love to me every year since you were eighteen, and I’ve always rejected you


    and made things clear. I never even leave you any room for imagination. How many times do I have to


    tell you? I only see you as a sister.”


    Monica’s gaze turned dim. She had her head down and asked, “But I really don’t understand. Why am I


    nothingpared to her? We met first, and I fell in love with you before she did. Why would you


    choose Yvonne?”