I pushed him out the door and into the elevator. Then, I pressed the button for the first floor and said, “Stop with the nonsense, or I’ll get a courier to ship you abroad.”
“You’re so cruel. Aren’t you going to give me a goodbye kiss before I leave? I…” His sentence was left hanging as I pressed my lips to his.
I kissed him the way he had kissed me—passionately and domineering. When he wanted to kiss me back, I took a few steps and exited the elevator. Just as Christopher was about to reach out to pull me back into the elevator, the elevator doors began to close. Before the doors were completely shut, I stuck out my tongue at him and smiled cheekily.
Christopher gritted his teeth in exasperation and annoyance. Right before the doors shut, I saw him raised his hands and made a gesture of grabbing my bosoms.
I understood what he meant. He was telling me that when we reunite later, he was going to ravage me and cover my fair body with red love marks. Hence, the nickname red bunny.
“You used to call me a little calf. And now I’ve turned into a red bunny,” I muttered to myself.
“Both of you are so sweet and loving to each other. Just watching the two of you fills me with envy. Not to mention he’s so handsome.” A middle-aged woman, who had been watching us a few feet away, spoke to me with a kind smile.
Feeling rather embarrassed, I quickly waved my hand and said, “You’ve got it wrong. He’s not my husband.”
“He must be your boyfriend then. I’m a good judge of character, and I can tell that he’ll be your husband in the future.” The woman patted me on the shoulder and continued earnestly, “But next time, do keep it down a little at night. My granddaughter kept questioning me last night about a cat meowing away. I lied to her saying that it’s just some cats fighting. She then told me she wanted to get up to look for the stray cat and give it a home. I can’t go on lying to her now, can I?”
I was taken aback by her remarks, and I quickly apologized before rushing into the elevator and pressed for the doors to close. I was beyond embarrassed to know that my moaning was heard by somebody else other than Christopher.
This is all Christopher’s fault! It was so embarrassing that I began to scold him inwardly. When I got out of the building, I caught sight of Christopher’s car leaving. Wasting no time, I quickly hailed down a taxi and ordered the driver to follow his car.
Not long after, the car stopped at the entrance of Moon Village Restaurant. I took my time paying the taxi driver, waiting for Christopher to get out of his car and enter the restaurant. Once he disappeared behind the restaurant’s entrance, I quickly got out of the taxi and followed him.
The taxi driver’s voice came from behind me. “By the looks of it, I’m guessing you’re here to catch your husband in the act of cheating, huh. You have my sympathy, Miss.”
Caught by surprise, I lost my balance and almost fell flat on the floor. Fortunately, the valet caught hold of me just in time and helped me to my feet.
I crouched down and snuck into the restaurant like a thief. The place was crowded with people, but I was able to spot Christopher in no time. He was sitting at a cubicle next to a window, and Crystal was seated opposite of him. They appeared to be in the middle of browsing through the menu.
Seeing that, I had the urge to storm over, plop myself down on Christopher’s lap, and sneer at Crystal before telling her to keep her hands off my man. But I kept myself in check because I was curious about their conversation.
Moon Village Restaurant was an Oriental restaurant, and they were renowned for their breakfast that was made by chefs from all over the country. Thanks to Sharon, I was able to patron this restaurant twice.
I pretended to look for a table and inched my way toward them. Just when I was halfway there, Christopher turned and looked in my direction. I quickly grabbed a menu on the table and used it to shield my face. After a while, I waited for him to turn away before starting toward them.
When Christopher turned in my direction again, our eyes met. When I saw that he had spotted me, I quickly turned and ran out of the restaurant. With my heart thumping, I stopped at the entrance and looked back. Surprisingly, Christopher didn’t come after me, in fact, he was still looking in the direction where he spotted me. I followed his gaze and saw that there was a painting on the wall. I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that he had been staring at the painting instead of me.
