Speaking of the Lane family, I immediately looked at him. “Tomorrow is your dad’s birthday? Um, what gift should I get? Ugh, I only cared about fighting with Lyle today and forgot about buying gifts.”
Since I was going over as Lyle’s wife, I did not actually have to worry about bringing gifts since Grandma would prepare everything. However, the situation was different now. I wanted to dump Lyle and get together with Christopher. Thus, I should be more serious when meeting his father.
“Don’t worry. I’ve already prepared it for you.” He then jutted his chin toward the coffee table. On it, there was a plainly packaged box. I was dumbfounded when I picked it up. “Walnut cookies? Oh, come on, you want me to bring such a thing to a luxury party? I’ll get laughed at.”
I then glared unhappily at him and asked, “You’re not playing tricks on me, right?”
“Trust me, I’ll play tricks on anyone but you,” he replied, patting the top of my head. “Why? Is my reputation that poor?”
As I looked deep into his eyes, for some reason, I trusted him. I believed that no matter what he did, he would not hurt me. Thus, I wrinkled my nose and said, “I’ll believe you then. But if I lose face, I’ll beat you up.”
“Can you bear to?” he asked, carrying me onto his lap as he began to put food in my mouth. I willingly took a bite. Although I had had dinner with the Smiths earlier, I did not actually eat anything.
Those truths had already caused my heart to bleed. If another stab came, my heart would collapse completely. Fortunately, I met Christopher in that abyss.
“Of course I can!” I said, taking another bite. I lightly pinched the skin around his waist, then picked up some food and fed him.
In that manner, we fed each other until we were both full. After the meal, I wanted to do the dishes. However, he pressed me onto the sofa and said that he would do it. Thus, I merely watched him, giving him moral support.
I was grinning like a fool as I watched him. Then at night, as usual, we did not go all the way. After we were done, we lay on the bed as I nestled in his arms. “What’s your family like?”
“Don’t worry, although my family has some wealth, there’s nothing messy going on. Both my parents and my brother and his wife are loving. My brother’s five years older than me, so I don’t need to worry about most of the family matters. I only need to accompany you well.”
What a happy family. No wonder he can do whatever he wants. “Do you think they’ll like me?” I asked.
“Of course. My eye for picking people is better than average,” he replied before kissing me on the forehead.
In reality, I was somewhat surprised by my question because I had said it out of worry about whether my future parents-in-law would like me. It turned out that I had already regarded myself as his girlfriend and had accepted that identity very gladly.
But I’m a divorcee. Can they really accept me? At that moment, anxiety emerged in my heart. After all, it was human nature that once someone had something beautiful, they would want and desire even more.
Previously, I had intended to stay by Christopher’s side quietly, and only when he got married and had children would I leave. I rubbed my hand against his chest, suppressing the thoughts that had just come up.
To divorce Lyle, I had even been willing to be labeled as a mistress who got in between others’ relationships. As a result, I had no right to make others accept such a notorious person.
I was satisfied that I could stay with someone who had no reason to be nice to me. I could not hope for more. Thus, it was fine as long as I still had him.
When I woke in the morning, Christopher was beside me on the bed. He was quiet when he slept, having none of his usual rushed mannerisms and unruliness. He also seemed to have dreamt of something nice, for there was a slight smile on his face, making him look like a young boy.
My young boy. I leaned over and pecked him on the lips before I got up. Just then, one of his hands cupped the back of my head, and he deepened the kiss. It was a long and deep kiss—full of sweetness and calm.
