“Of course it makes sense. Christopher, we have known each other for a while now. Please tell me if you have anything on your mind. Stop being so mysterious; you are making me anxious.” Lucas could not help but wipe his sweat away.
“You are anxious?” Christopher blinked and chuckled softly.
“Maybe if you let go of that gun on your hand, I will talk to you nicely.” Lucas focused his attention on Christopher’s waist after he noticed Christopher’s hand resting on a gun that had been concealed by his clothes.
“Looking at you now. Could it be that you are not on guard against me?” Realizing that Lucas had noticed him, Christopher stopped hiding his gun. He took out his gun and pointed it at Lucas. “Don’t move!”
Lucas’ expression changed and he didn’t dare to move. He tried his best to calm down and said, “What are you doing? Are you betraying your ally or have you been bewitched by Mark?”
Christopher was surprised. “Are you really not on guard against me at all? You don’t have guards in the car and you haven’t even armed yourself with a gun?”
Lucas’ heart raced as he thought Christopher didn’t look like his normal self. He is normally loyal and honest but now he is just as scary as Mark. Lucas grew frightened as he looked at a smiling Christopher, so he pulled over by the roadside.
“I just trust Yvonne’s judgment. She is a truthful woman. A man who falls in love with her must be trustworthy so I’m confident you won’t shoot me. Christopher, if you have any demands, we can discuss them together. It would be bad if the gun went off accidentally.”
“You are wrong. I’m only nice to Yvonne, not everyone. Goodbye, my friend.” Christopher didn’t seem to want to talk further so he pulled the trigger.
Lucas’ mind went blank. The last thing he heard was the sound of a gunshot…
After turning off the phone for one night, I opened it to find numerous messages and missed calls. Browsing through the call logs, I noticed one of them was from Sabrina and the rest of them were all from Mom. It was five in the afternoon and I was still drinking in the bar with Sabrina.
Mom must have been mad because I didn’t go back. Feeling a bit melancholic, I did not even bother to read the messages. They can’t be anything nice, anyway. Christopher has just cheered me up; I’ll be upset again if I read the messages.
Before I could turn off the phone, Mom called again. I hesitated to pick up the call and just let it rang. Suddenly, someone walking by knocked into me and caused me to press the “receive” button.
“Yvonne, are you trying to pretend nothing happened by not coming home and evading my calls? Are you trying to make me mad?”
My eardrums almost ruptured when I heard Mom yelling at me from the other end. I frowned as I didn’t know what to say. Lately, Mom seems to keep harping on our relationship. She would also speak with a threatening tone. There are clearly better ways of communicating but she chose to say the same words over and over again. I’m so sick of her for calling me a horrible daughter. Nathan used to scold me a lot, too, and she obviously knows I don’t like being yelled at in that manner. Why can’t she consider my feelings?
“Why are you not talking? Have you gone mute? Get back home now! Are you abandoning this home because of Christopher?”
