Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 58

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 58

He seemed to be undefeatable when it came to a battle of wits. I could learn a thing or two from him. Amidst all the chaos, I accidentally caught sight of Crystal leaning on Wendy with a pitiful look on her face. The moment she noticed me staring, she arched an eyebrow.

“You lost,” mouthed Crystal smugly. Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

She was right. I had lost. In fact, I never had a chance to begin with. If Christopher and Sabrina had not shown up to save the day, things would have been worst. I would be publicly labeled a mistress, cast aside, and stomped on.

With all my might, I yanked off my wedding ring and handed it over to Lyle. “Two years ago, after you broke up with Crystal, it was you who came and asked my hand in marriage. You promised me a lifetime of happiness. That was why I married you. Now, I’m giving this ring back to you. Since you want us to be divorced, I’ll fulfill your wish.”

That was the first time I discussed the matters of our divorce in front of others. Lyle gaped at me, shocked. Seemingly hesitant, he did not accept the ring. Scoffing at the idea that he was reminiscing about our memories together, I grabbed his hand and pressed the ring down onto his palm.

“Lyle!” Crystal called out to Lyle with tears in her eyes. Their loving and affectionate gazes locked over the crowd. I rolled my eyes, annoyed. I had seen this scene happened so many times I was sick of it.

Crystal had made her intention crystal clear that day. Lyle was the reason she had returned. As for me, I no longer had the will to fight.

Just then, a crowd of reporters swarmed into the restaurant. Camera flashes and the clicking of shutters could be heard as they hurried over to us. While running, some of the reporters starting asking

questions, shoving their microphones towards Crystal. “Ms. Yates, as an up-and-coming artist, you are well-known all over the world. However, rumor has it that you are a homewrecker. Is that true?”

“Mr. Smith, what is your relationship with Ms. Yates? Are you married? Who’s your wife? If Ms. Yates were to marry you, what will happen to your wife? Are you sure you want to abandon your wife?”

It was fortunate that Lyle and I had not conducted a party for our wedding. Even though I was the young mistress of the Smith household, the media had never known of my existence. At first sight of the reporters, Christopher snuck me away from the group while Sabrina stayed back to prevent the reporters from seeing me. As the mistress of the Zimmer household, the reporters should be more interested in Sabrina than they were with me.

“Come on, let’s get outta here. It will be troublesome for you in the future if the reporters were to catch a photo of your face.” Christopher’s tall physique prevented me from getting hit by the people walking around. As for my husband, he was too busy protecting the goddess of his heart.

I could not help but turn and look at him. Perhaps I really was stupid. Even then, I wanted to know what Lyle would tell the media. My expectations for Lyle were too high. A small piece of my heart still hoped that he would not be so shameless.

Luckily, Lyle did not dare to act rashly in front of the cameras. He even warned Wendy to keep quiet when she was about to speak. Suddenly, the hands on my shoulders felt heavier. I winced in pain before looking up at Christopher. He looked displeased, clearly upset that I had turned to look at Lyle.

Just as I was about to leave, I caught sight of a chandelier swaying intensely on the ceiling. It looked like it was about to crash any second. Before I could register what I was doing, I flung away Christopher’s hands and dashed toward Lyle through the crowd, lunging at him.

Crash! The chandelier fell to the ground, barely brushing my shoulder. The clear sound of metal hitting the ground and glass shattering reverberated across the restaurant. The broken pieces of glass flew everywhere, cutting my arm and leg, but I had been fortunate. If it weren’t for the fact that I sprinted fast enough to push Lyle out of the way, the chandelier would have hit my head.

My husband was stunned. Perhaps he had not expected for me to save him at that critical moment instead of leaving. “Eve…” he mumbled.

“Lyle, my leg hurts!” Crystal was holding onto her leg as blood gushed out from a cut. Her tears did not stop rolling down her cheeks as she whimpered to Lyle.

At the sight of the wound on her leg, Lyle snapped out of his daze. He then quickly turned his gaze back to me and stuffed the wedding ring back into my hands. “We’ll talk about the divorce back home. Wait for me in our house,” Lyle commanded in a gentle manner.