Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 50

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 50

“Ooh, spicy. I like that. Don’t worry; I’ll make sure to give you some tips.” The man was inching closer to me for a kiss. Seeing as such, I pushed him away with all my strength and hit him with the mop beside me.

He snapped and pushed me onto the ground. Terrified, I screamed out loud, but no one came to my rescue. Just as I thought it was all over for me, a man came forward and kicked the man off me.

In a daze, I caught a glimpse of a tall silhouette against the bright ceiling lamp. The man’s eyes were filled with anger.

Christopher kicked the drunk man a few more times, rendering him incapable of getting up from the ground. The man then turned his head toward me and gave me a minatory look. I looked at him, too petrified to speak.

Christopher was furious, and surprisingly, his anger was directed at me. Why though? Did I offend him?

“Why… Why are you here?” I murmured.

Christopher remained taciturn as he helped me up from the ground. He then started dragging me toward the exit. “Wait. My luggage is still in my room.” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Christopher held my hand firmly as we walked back into my room to get my luggage. After we got downstairs, he decided to carry me in his arms so that we could move faster.

Shocked, I uttered, “What are you doing? Let me down. Don’t you realize we’re on the streets right now?”

“Shut up!” Christopher dropped me off in his car.

He had never been this angry with me before, so I was rather stupefied by his behavior. Sitting in the car, I was afraid to even move an inch. All I could hear in the car was his heavy breathing.

He lit a cigarette and started smoking. His face exuded a sense of loneliness and melancholy as he did so. Seeing Christopher like this, my heart started aching. Christopher is a proud and willful man. He shouldn’t have this kind of look on his face.

It was rather warm and cozy in the car. Exhausted and hungry, I felt my vision grow hazy. Christopher’s handsome face started looking blurry to me. I ended up closing my eyes a short while later.

In a drowsy state, I heard a voice beside my ear say, “Am I that untrustworthy to you? You would rather live in a cheap hotel than seek my help?”

I wanted to reply but was strangely unable to open my mouth. I must be dreaming.

“After what Lyle has done to you, you are still in love with him. Why would you do this to yourself? I really can’t bear to see you suffer anymore.”

The voice sounded deep and warm. Even if it was just a dream, I felt comforted and cherished.

That being said, I was still quite hungry. Not bothering to open my eyes, I grabbed hold of what resembled meat and took a bite of it. “Yummy! It tastes just like roasted pork!” I yelled out loud.

A groan was heard immediately after that. Startled, I opened my eyes and directed them toward Christopher. Upon taking a closer look, I noticed a bite mark on his thumb.

I let out a silly grin before uttering, “Uh, sorry. I thought I was eating roasted pork.”

“How long has it been since you’ve last eaten?” Christopher shot me a resigned look.

“I ate breakfast and nothing else after that.” I gazed at him with puppy eyes, hoping he wouldn’t be angry with me for biting him. That being said, I was still perplexed by his behavior back at the hotel. Why was he so angry? As much as I want to know the answer to that question, I should probably abstain from asking it for now.