“Who is it?” Christopher called out from inside the house.
I simply stood by the door and glanced at Monica without saying a word. The look on her face turned nasty when she noticed the wounds on my neck and collarbone. “I said, I would like to see Chris! Please get out of my way!” she said arrogantly with her head held high.
I hesitated at first but eventually stepped aside when I recalled Julia’s words and how Christopher saw her as a sister.
Christopher was sprawled out in bed with only a tiny bit of the blanket around his waist. Noticing that, I quickly ran up to him and covered his body up fully. He’s my man! Only I am allowed to see his body!
“How are you feeling, Chris?” Monica pushed me aside and stood in front of him.
Christopher frowned in displeasure and held his hand out to me. Realizing his intentions, I took his hand in mine and sat down beside him.
Monica swallowed hard in response, and I could tell she was trying her best to ignore my presence. She kept her gaze fixed on Christopher and said apologetically, “I’m sorry about what happened last night, Chris. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I shouldn’t have done that. Will you please stop being mad at me?”
“Apology accepted. I need to get some rest, so you can leave now if that’s all you’re here to talk about,” Christopher replied coldly.
“Chris, do you really hate me that much?” Monica’s lips were trembling, and her reddened eyes looked like they were going to tear up again.
Christopher simply chuckled and stared at her in disdain without saying anything.
Unable to stand his gaze, Monica looked away as she continued, “What happened last night was Dad’s idea.”
“What difference does it make?” Christopher responded with a sneer.
Monica turned around and shot me a glance before asking, “Chris, can I have a word with you in private?”
Christopher pulled me into his arms and held me tightly as he replied, “Nope! I wouldn’t want my wife to get jealous now! Besides, you’ve got a bad record!”
“Why must you put me in such a difficult spot, Chris?” Monica’s eyelids fluttered as tears began flowing down her cheeks. Unlike Crystal’s pretentious and coquettish acts, she actually looked beautiful when she cried.
I like how Christopher is being so protective toward me and all, but I should probably give them some space to talk things out. Hopefully, they’ll be able to settle things once and for all.
With that in mind, I pushed Christopher off me and stood up as I said, “We’re running out of groceries, so I’ll make a quick trip to the supermarket.”
Christopher grabbed me by the wrist in disapproval and refused to let me leave, so I leaned in closer and whispered into his ear, “I’ll give you thirty minutes to tell Monica that we’re married and that we plan on staying married. Get this all sorted out in one go, and I’ll reward you with a hug when I get back, okay?”
Christopher’s eyes lit up the moment he heard about the reward and gave in immediately.
Of course, the grocery shopping was just an excuse I came up with on the fly. I had just bought a lot of stuff the day before, so the refrigerator was still loaded at the moment. I ended up wandering around the mall aimlessly without buying anything and even had a hooligan approach me asking how much it would cost for a night.
I rolled my eyes at him and waited till the thirty minutes were up before heading back. I had just arrived outside the apartment when I saw Monica running out crying. She was going so fast that I almost bumped into her if I didn’t move out of the way quickly enough.
“Don’t you get ahead of yourself now, Yvonne! I won’t lose to someone like you!” Monica yelled at me.
“Well… I may not be as pretty as you are, nor do I come from a wealthy family, but I would never do anything to hurt Christopher. How about that?” I said while picking up the groceries that I had dropped.
“That was just an accident, da*n it! Why won’t you guys just accept it for what it is and move on already? Hell, even Julia scolded me because of it! Yeah, I gave him some drugs. Big f*cking deal! Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it!” Monica shouted like a maniac.
