“No, my colleagues and manager at the office are very nice to me. I’m just tired of going to work. You gave me an invitation, no? I’m thinking of just trying my hand at painting and joining the selection this time. What do you think?” I murmured with a smile.
“Sure. No matter your choice, I’ll support you.” Christopher didn’t pursue the question further.
In truth, I was planning to look for a job. I decided not to tell him about the trivial matter of me having been dismissed. After all, I would lose him in the end if he were destined to be engaged to Monica, so I had to learn to stand on my own two feet.
Fortunately, it wasn’t difficult to be independent. Just like before, there were plenty of jobs available. I wasn’t picky, so I didn’t mind even if it were delivering newspapers or parcels as long as I could support myself. It was no secret that I was the ex-wife of Lyle Smith in the entire Avenport, so those white-collar employees naturally resented having me work at their office.
After having disappeared for a few days, Sabrina suddenly appeared at the door of my apartment. She was dressed much more conservatively than before, with her dress falling below her knees. Nonetheless, her long and slender legs were still very alluring. Her makeup wasn’t as heavy as before, the subtle enhancement rendering her refreshing and incredibly stunning.
I was gobsmacked the moment I laid eyes on her. Whoa! Love is truly something else. It has transformed a tantalizing beauty, who once radiated bold sultriness, into an innocent maiden!
“Hey! Is it necessary to stare at me for such a long time when I’ve just changed my dressing and makeup style? No matter how intent you scrutinize me, you can’t compare to my beauty.” Sabrina nudged me with a snort.
“Indeed, I’m no match for your beauty. I was just astonished. Have you always had feelings for Zachary? There seemed to be sparks flying between the two of you back at Lane residence then.”
Opening the door, I tossed the key on the table. When I turned around to pour Sabrina a glass of water, she snickered out of the blue. With a pair of men’s briefs hooked on a finger, she brandished it in front of me. “Look at the hickeys on your neck first before turning on me. From the sheer number of hickeys, I’d say that the two of you have been going at it like rabbits for the past few days.”
With my cheeks aflame, I rushed forward and snatched the briefs from her hands before shoving them into the washing machine. I had messed around with Christopher on the couch last night, so I woke up very late this morning. I had already checked my neck carefully when I eliminated all traces of our passionate night, so I didn’t expect something to have slipped past me in the gap in the couch.
Can I say we hadn’t been going at it like rabbits in the past two days but the two days before that? If she showed up a few days earlier, neither I nor Christopher would’ve had time to entertain her. Right then, we would’ve been between the sheets, tussling on the bed.
“So what? Isn’t it normal to be going at it like rabbits? It’s only natural for a couple to be intimate. Don’t tell me you’re still at the stage of holding hands with Zachary. I’m not going to believe that!”
It was a casual remark, but Sabrina instantly looked as though she was going to break down in tears. She sprang to her feet, swishing her dress so much that she was flashing me. Covering her face with both hands, she lamented, “Please don’t remind me of that. I’ve already employed every trick up my sleeve to entice him, but to no avail. I wore my most beautiful semi-translucent nightgown and flounced myself before him, yet he could calmly drape his jacket over me and sit there sipping tea. I’m even wondering whether I’m not feminine enough to beguile him.”
“Hmm? Aren’t men very much aggressive in this aspect?” I rubbed my chin. Well, comparing Christopher with him, they’re as different as chalk and cheese!
“Aggressive, my foot! He’ll even blush when we hold hands. Worse still, he forbade us from wearing matching outfits and hugging on the streets. Even kissing is only allowed after meeting my parents, and sex is reserved for after marriage. Last night, he even told me in all seriousness that the only things we’ll be doing, now that we’re dating, are holding hands, going to the movies, and having meals together. That’s all!”
Sabrina then threw herself onto the couch in a huff. “I feel really defeated. I’ve offered myself to him on a silver platter, yet he’s still unmoved. Is he a saint?”
“What an innocent man!” I exclaimed in admiration, my eyes going wide. Ah, he sounds exactly like the kind of man who’s particularly responsible! When a woman marries him, she’ll definitely have no fear that he’ll fool around outside.
