Chapter 482


    I was starting to feel really dumb for my attempt of talking some sense into a drunken man. No matter


    what I said, Lyle was adamant about taking me away. There was no shaking that man off.


    All of a sudden, another strong arm reached over and gripped Lyle’s wrist forcefully. He felt the pain


    and finally eased on gripping mine.


    “Mr. Smith, it’s better for a drunk man like you to stay put. If someone mistakenly thinks that you’re a


    pervert and beats you up, I bet the headlines are going to look very interesting tomorrow.” Christopher


    hugged me around my shoulders and jeered at Lyle as he furrowed his brows. There was a clear hint


    of derision in his eyes.


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    “Christopher Lane!” Lyle gritted his name through his teeth. It was as if he was ready to devour


    Christopher. “You are a despicable scoundrel! You only got close to me so that you could get your


    hands on my wife. The Lane family is really a bully. I won’t let you have your way!”


    “Lyle Smith, you only have yourself to me in the matter as I’ve given you a chance. If you had


    treated Eve well, why would I have any chance toe in between the two of you? Half a year was


    more than enough for me to realize how miserable her life was when she was with you. Since you


    didn’t seem to appreciate her, why couldn’t I let her be happy staying by my side instead?” Christopher


    crossed his arms in front of his chest and said coldly.


    “How dare you say such a thing when you’re the one coveting your friend’s wife? Let go of Eve. She’s


    my wife.” Lyle was already drunk out of his wits as he kept slurring.


    “You think that teaming up with Grandma and exposing those scandals would make me give Eve up.


    Dream on! Don’t even think for a second that I have no idea about the filthy things you’ve got going on


    with Monica.” Then, Lyle looked at me and said with a straight face. “Yvonne, don’t believe a word he


    says. He’s up to no good.”


    Vexed, I could not bear to listen to another word he said and interrupted, “So what if he’s up to no


    good? At least, he wouldn’t dump me in the hotel with another man right after marrying me. At least, he


    wouldn’t leave me in the hands of kidnappers when I was in danger. Do you think there could be


    anything worse than what you’ve done to me?”


    Lyle grimaced. It was apparent that these memories were not only an unbing past of mine, but


    also his, as they served to remind him how stupid he used to be. He looked intently at me for a few


    seconds before turning gentle once again, and he was almost begging me when he said, “Yvonne, I will


    change. Please follow me home and let’s get married again.”


    “Let her go!” With a wave of his hands, Christopher somehow managed to crack the bones of Lyle’s


    arms. Lyle let out a sharp wail and retracted two steps back as he hugged his arms and let out an


    appalling cry.


    “Eve, are you alright?” Christopher then looked at me and asked apprehensively.


    “I’m okay.” I shook my wrist which was in pain from being gripped forcefully. In some distance away,


    Lyle was still clutching onto his arms with a pale face. I could clearly discern the cold sweat on his


    forehead even from some distance away. It must have been really painful for him. I could not bear to


    watch him writhing in pain and said to Christopher, “Do you know how to fix his arms? Please fix it for


    him. There’s no need to pick on a drunk man.”


    “Do I look so petty to you?” Christopher chuckled and touched the tip of my nose lightly. “Don’t worry, I


    didn’t go all out on him. I just want him to learn his lesson so that he won’te looking for you again


    in the future.”


    Christopher walked over to Lyle’s side and gripped his hands once again. There were not many


    movements on Christopher’s end, but sounds of bones cracking could be heard once again. Lyle’s


    sharp shriek ensued moments after as he bellowed, “Lane, you b*st*rd! Just you wait… Ah…”


    Christopher let Lyle go and did not pay heed to what the man said. He walked over and circled me in


    his embrace and said, “Let’s go. Remington and Spencer are still waiting for us.”


    I nodded and trailed behind him. After a few steps, I turned back to look at Lyle. However, I was


    greeted by a horrifying sight.