Hearing that put a smile on my face, and I quickly took his hand before he changed his mind. We instantly became the center of attention the moment we set foot on the red carpet.
Of course, Christopher was the one they were all interested in as they held up their cameras and bombarded him with questions. “Mr. Lane, what is your relationship with this woman next to you?”
“Are you investing and participating in the art exhibition, Mr. Lane? Why isn’t Ms. Martin attending this event with you? You said you were already married when she proposed to you on stage during the piano recital. Is that true?”
“There have been tons of stories on the internet about your relationship with Ms. Martin! They say you rejected her proposal by claiming to be married because you wanted to propose to her instead! Would you mind commenting on that, Mr. Lane?”
Being surrounded by journalists wasn’t exactly a pleasant experience, and it didn’t help that they were all asking about Monica instead of me. Don’t just ignore my existence, da*n it!
“I’m here to attend the art exhibition press conference with this beautiful lady right here, so could you please keep your questions related to the art exhibition? I believe I have stated multiple times in public that Monica is just a sister to me. There is nothing else going on between us, so please stop bringing it up.”
Christopher held me carefully in his arms the whole time, keeping me out of reach from the journalists as we continued walking. As the journalists didn’t dare get in his way, they could only follow him from behind.
Eventually, a journalist decided to ask about me, “Mr. Lane, is this lady next to you a participant in the art exhibition as well? Which one of the paintings is her work of art? And how is she related to you?”
Christopher pulled me into his arms and gave me a kiss on the forehead before saying with a devilish grin, “She’s my wife, of course. Only my wife is worthy of being held in my embrace. As I said, I’m already married. Please be mindful of that when you ask me any further questions because I will hit anyone who brings up Monica being my fiancée again. Trust me, you don’t want to make me mad.”
The journalists were completely shocked by Christopher’s words. After all, he was attending a public event with his wife just two days after announcing his marital status.
Everyone was snapping away at us, and I found myself barely able to open my eyes from all the camera flashes. Fortunately, we had already arrived at the end of the red carpet, and Christopher quickly led me into the building.
Having finally escaped the journalists, I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat off my forehead. “Man, these journalists are really scary! Now I see why celebrities always have a group of staff escorting them wherever they go… It’s horrible being the center of attention. I felt like I was going to be smothered to death!”
Christopher snorted defiantly. “Don’t worry, anyone who dares to bully you will have hell to pay!”
While glancing about, my gaze fell upon a handsome young man in the crowd. He had on a white suit which gave off a gentle vibe, and his charming smile was something out of this world.
“Hey, Christopher! That’s Spencer Lynch!” I gave him a gentle nudge while trembling all over in excitement.
“Spencer who?” Christopher got jealous when he noticed me staring at another man and spun my head back toward him. “No ogling other men. You are to keep your eyes on me, got it?”
“You don’t understand! Spencer Lynch is the greatest and most handsome artist in the world! Unlike Crystal, this man is the real deal and has represented the youth of our country in the Eastsummer art exhibition! He’s my idol, okay?”
