“If I don’t care about you, would I ignore Grandma’s wishes and ask her to agree to our marriage?” Lyle snorted.
I decided to stop eavesdropping on them. It was none of my business, anyway. When I stood up, I nearly toppled over as my leg was numb. Immediately, I let out a yelp and held onto the tree for support.
My sudden yell alerted the both of them. I forced out a smile and fought back the urge to slap my foolish self. Waving at them, I said, “Fancy running into you here. I still have some stuff to do, so I’ll go now.”
With that, I spun on my heels and fled the scene.
I could hear Lyle roaring behind me. Feeling exasperated, I wondered why I had to escape whenever I run into them. I berated myself for being a coward.
Back at home, I found an outsider lying on my couch lazily. It was Sabrina, who was munching on a piece of fruit while watching TV. I walked over and gave her a kick so she would remove her legs from the coffee table. She wasn’t ladylike at all. It would be a shocking scene if someone else got to see her in this state.
“This is your house. I don’t have to act all ladylike. Honestly, sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong body. I should be a delinquent instead,” said Sabrina. She removed her legs from the coffee table and flopped back onto the couch while stretching lazily.
“Well, Ms. Delinquent, please cover your cleavage. I have a boyfriend, and your idol is mine.” Sabrina was the proud owner of a pair of 36Ds, and I didn’t want Christopher to see her cleavage.
Sabrina whistled and pointed at Christopher, who was busy cooking in the kitchen. “Life’s treating you well, huh? Look how blissful you are. Tsk, women who are in love do indeed act differently.”
“If you want, you can do the same,” I acknowledged her words.
Sabrina inched nearer to me in a nosy manner. “I thought you and Christopher would only hold hands and kiss, but turns out you’ve hit a home run! That’s fast. Tell me, are you prepared to be Mrs. Lane now?”
“Stop it!” It was still too early to talk about marrying Christopher. After all, his family was already a difficult hurdle for us to get past.
“Why? I’m waiting to attend your wedding. The monetary gift I prepared for your second wedding is about to grow moldy.” Sabrina yawned and clicked her fingers when Christopher stepped out of the kitchen. “My idol, why are you so virtuous? It should be against the law to be so irresistible. What if I fall in love with you? If that happens, I can’t be friends with Eve anymore.”
“I’m not going to covet for a friend’s wife,” came Christopher’s calm reply as he placed a dish on the table. He then ordered me to prepare the utensils.
I found his words strange, for Sabrina wasn’t married yet. Why did he say that?
“Who says I’m going to marry Zachary? I have nothing to do with that scum! Stop spouting nonsense!” Sabrina jolted up from the couch and exclaimed nervously.
“Fine. Since you have nothing to do with him, I won’t give you Zachary’s phone number, then,” Christopher arched a brow and declared. “Anyway, I heard that he’s recently tasked with protecting a gorgeous, elegant, and noble young lady. Perhaps it would be a story of the special forces soldier and the daughter of the commander.”
“What? Give me his phone number. I must disturb him at least five times a day!” Sabrina ran toward Christopher and stretched her hand out while gesturing for me to side with her.
I was amused by Sabrina’s reaction. Previously, I could sense there was something going on between Zachary and Sabrina. Turns out my sixth sense was accurate.
“But you claimed to have nothing to do with Zachary. So why are you interfering in his love life? He’s single, and so is she. It’s perfectly normal for them to end up together,” I commented as I took Christopher’s arm.
“Oh? So you’re working together to set me up! Eve, how could you? Do you still want to be my friend?” Sabrina placed her hands on her hips and pretended she was upset.
Christopher took one step forward and stood in front of me in a protective stance. He ordered sternly, “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s eat first.”
