“You silly girl!” Christopher heaved a sigh and took me in his arms. “Why are you overthinking again? Didn’t I say that we’ll do all these once we can hold hands openly? I don’t want you to think that I’m only dating you to have sex.”
“Huh?” I was taken aback by his words. Doesn’t he think I’m dirty?
He tapped on the tips of my nose gently before saying, “We’re a couple madly in love with each other. I’m pursuing you. Don’t you feel it? We shall abstain from intimate activities now. Once you’re divorced, I guarantee that you won’t be able to get off the bed every day.”
He tapped on my nose again and added, “Could it be because you can’t wait for it?”
“No!” I quickly answered.
I did indeed feel like I was in love. However, Christopher’s words tugged at my heartstrings. He always seemed like he didn’t have enough every time we had a brief body contact. That was why I always thought that he liked me because my body gave him a very different feeling. So has he actually taken all of my thoughts into consideration?
How could I not love a man like him?
I was so touched that tears welled up in my eyes. He suddenly carried me and put me on his lap. He then started to hit me a few times on my butt. I was dumbfounded by his action. “What are you doing?”
“I told you multiple times that you shouldn’t walk around without any shoes on. I’ll hit you the next time you do it again.” He furrowed his brows. I played along and nodded my head obediently. “I won’t do it anymore.”
“That’s more like it.” He put me back down on the couch. Perhaps it was because he was shocked by my tears but the lust he was having earlier seemed to have disappeared. The man took out a towel and wiped off the sweat on his body before helping me put on my shoes.
I felt like a princess when Christopher treated me to a candlelight lunch. The food was delicious, especially the soup. It was just perfect and I even praised it a few times throughout our meal. I told him that if I had the chance, I wanted to talk to the chef of the restaurant and find out how they made their soup so flavorful.
“There’ll be a chance,” he said as he looked at me with his gentle eyes.
I suddenly thought of something when I saw the peculiar expression on his face. I couldn’t help but ask, “Does this hotel belong to you? Why do you always bring me to the presidential suite here?”
“Maybe,” he answered, feigning ignorance.
“Liar. But speaking of which, this chef’s skills are amazing. You managed to find yourself a good cook.”
“Of course he’s a good cook. He’s an expensive hire too.” Christopher scooped some food onto my plate and said, “Eat up.”
“Okay!” Everything was delicious when I was in a good mood. I gave all of the dishes on the table a try. In the end, I patted my belly, feeling satisfied.
I took a glance at the time and realized that the lunch hour was almost over. I quickly urged Christopher to drive me back.
“Why are you in such a rush to leave?” He pointed at the bulge in his pants as he continued, “I haven’t had enough yet.”
I glared at him. He told me that he didn’t want to do it before I was divorced but wants to do it now. What exactly does he want? Then, I showed him my outstretched hand and asked, “Should I lend this to you?”
“Of course. Hurry up and serve the prince.” Christopher carried me into the bedroom. I helped him with my hand and he only let me go when my arm grew tired.
After that, he drove me back to work and stopped his car at the alley from before. Seeing that I was about to get off of the car, he called out to me. I turned to look at him and asked, “Is there something you need? Don’t tell me you’re reluctant to watch me leave?”
The man rested his chin in his palm as he seemed to be deep in thought. After a moment, he finally said, “Silly girl, I just wanted to tell you that no matter what happens, you have me.”
I felt my heart flutter when he said such a corny thing out of nowhere and I leaned over to kiss him. “I’ll remember that. You’ve said it multiple times. I’ll be clinging on to you so you better not say that I’m annoying in the future.”
