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1 furrowed my brow, pressing for more information. For me? Did he get hurt because of me again this time?”
Donald scratched his head. “Yes…”Contents belong to NovelDrama.Org
I racked my brain but couldn’t think of any recent trouble I had caused Christopher. After all, we had barely interacted
these days.
Seeing Donald’s hesitation, I pushed further. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll go ask him myself.”
“Don’t…” Donald relented, his expression resigned. “It’s about the incident at the abandoned building on the outskirts last time, do you remember?”
“I remember.”
How could I forget the first time I was kidnapped in my life? But I thought that matter had been resolved.
Donald seemed a bit agitated as he continued. “Noah Gomez, that bald guy, wasn’t he the one who forced us to give up the land in the west of the city? Later, he found he couldn’t handle it and came back to Mr. Valence, but he insisted on taking eighty percent of the profit. Mr. Valence didn’t agree.”
I nodded, the pieces falling into place. “So what happened next?”
Donald’s face darkened. “Noah didn’t take kindly to the refusal. That’s how he ended up in the emergency room.”
My heart sank at the realization. Christopher had been dragged into this mess because of his connection to me, however tenuous it now was.
Seeing my expression, Donald spoke with a gentle insistence, Mrs. Valence, you know Mr. Valence doesn’t like others touching him. I’m just a rough man and can’t take good care of him…”
I clenched my palm, swallowing my frustration. “I understand.”
After all, it was the trouble Christopher got into last time while saving me.
Re–entering the room, I found Christopher attempting to lie down, wincing as the movement pulled at his wound.
“Why didn’t you call someone?” I asked, moving quickly to support him, guiding him to lie down more comfortably.
“I don’t need anyone,” Christopher responded calmly, but his grip pulled me closer, nearly causing me to tumble onto his wound. His eyes held a hidden expectation. “Are you worried about me?”
There was a hint of smug satisfaction in his tone.
I quickly regained my posture, pressing my lips together. “I just found out that it was my trouble that caused this.”
If I had to be honest, I felt a pang of guilt. That gunshot wound had almost claimed Christopher’s life, and now he was gravely injured once more.
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Christopher seemed taken aback for a moment but then spoke with a steady calmness. “Don’t listen to Donald’s
nonsense. It’s not your fault.
I raised an eyebrow slightly, challenging him. “Really? If it’s not my fault, I’ll leave.”
Fear flashed in Christopher’s eyes as he grabbed my hand, his voice deep and deliberate. “It’s not your fault. It was my
choice.”
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His words made me freeze. To say I wasn’t moved would be a lie. Here was someone who had suffered for me repeatedly, someone I had longed for over so many years, expressing such a sentiment. How could there not be a ripple in my heart?
But I couldn’t allow myself to respond. I pulled my hand away, collecting my composure. “Do you want some fruit or
water?”
Guarding my heart, I resolved to quietly care for Christopher over the next few days to repay the favor I owed. Once
that debt was settled, I’d move on.
Christopher looked at me, his gaze piercing through my resolve. “Are you scared?”
The atmosphere shifted, becoming tense and charged.
I stood firm. “Scared of what?”
“Scared of falling again…” Christopher’s low, deep voice was cut off by a knock on the door, breaking the moment. A nurse stepped in, her presence a welcome reprieve. “Mrs. Valence, I’ve brought some dessert for Mr. Valence and you.”
She placed the fruit and desserts from the tray onto the coffee table, dissolving the tension in the room. I exhaled softly, glancing at Christopher with a semblance of ease. “Which one do you want?”
Clearly annoyed by the interruption, Christopher replied impatiently, “Whatever.”
I took a plate of fruit to the bedside and handed it to Christopher, advising, “Have some fruit, replenish your vitamins.”
dhon I move.”
He said, “It hurts when I move.”
This trick was exactly the same as last time.
I pointed to Christopher’s right hand. “You just used that hand to pull me, and it seemed quite strong.”
“It was just that one pull,” he replied, smoothly yet with a hint of exasperation. “I used some strength, and now it’s killing me.”
With a playful smirk, I speared a piece of fruit with my fork and gently pushed it into his mouth. “Alright, tough guy, eat up. You need to keep your strength up.”
Moments later, Donald entered with a hefty stack of documents. These were files from the corporation that demanded immediate attention. Even with Christopher’s injury, his responsibilities couldn’t be ignored.
Given that Christopher’s right hand was indeed compromised, the task of sifting through the paperwork fell to me. I
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assisted him by turning the pages while he signed the documents, one by one.
For a moment, it felt like we had returned to those days of mutual respect and courtesy.
“Hope, there’s an issue with this return fate…” Christopher began, turning his head just as I leaned in to hand him another document. In the midst of our coordinated movements, Christopher’s cool lips brushed against my cheek, unexpectedly sending a shiver down my spine.
Both Christopher and 1 froze!
Although we had shared numerous intimate moments in the past, the dynamics had shifted.
Christopher’s eyes darkened, flickering with an unmistakable desire. His right hand hooked onto my collar, and he leaned in, his lips inches from mine.
I instinctively tried to pull away, but that was when a clatter came from the doorway, something had fallen to the ground.
The next second, Brenda’s voice rang outurgently. “Miss Harris, don’t get the wrong idea!”
I quickly scrambled to my feet and saw Brenda and Kimberly standing at the door.
Since when did Brenda and Kimberly become so familiar with each other?
Kimberly’s delicate features were flushed with anger, resembling a wife catching her husband in the act.
Brenda, ever the drama queen, took a few bold strides toward me, shoving me aside as she cried, “Hope Royston, what are you doing? How can you act like this as an ex–wife?”
I hadn’t anticipated Brenda’s unexpected strength. Thrown off balance, I collided with the edge of the bedside table.
As I struggled to regain my composure, I noticed Kimberly glaring at Christopher with a mix of anger and betrayal. “Christopher, you two are too much! I came to visit out of kindness, and this is what I walk in on.”
To my
surprise, Christopher merely cast a cold glance her way, his voice cutting through the tension with icy detachment. “Who asked you to come?”
“It was me; I asked her to come.” Brenda, sensing the rising tension, quickly interjected, attempting to play the peacemaker. “Christopher, Miss. Harris heard you were in trouble and came to our home specifically to find out which hospital you were in. She insisted on visiting you. Where else can you find such a considerate girl?”
It all clicked for me in that moment. Brenda, seeing no future prospects for Evelyn, had swiftly shifted her support to Kimberly.
Christopher turned his frosty gaze to Brenda, a perplexed furrow forming on his brow. “Brenda, first it was Evelyn Valence, now it’s Kimberly Harris. Why do you think you have the right to control my marriage?”
His words left both Brenda and me momentarily speechless. Christopher had always been attentive to Brenda s opinions, but this unexpected assertiveness represented a stark departure from his usual demeanor.
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“Christopher… Brenda’s voice trembled with disbelief, her tears flowing freely. “What’s wrong with you? Did Hope Royston say something to you again? I care about you, don’t you know? I’m only concerned about your marriage because Hope Royston is not a good wife for you…
“Whether she’s a good wife or not, that’s for me to decide,” Christopher responded with firm resolve. Watching Brenda dissolve into hysterics, he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Brenda, you’re getting older. Don’t burden
yourself with this.”
His words, blunt and unyielding, were a clear message–this was none of her concern.
Kimberly’s eyes blazed with anger, and she suddenly turned on me. “Hope Royston, do you even know why Christopher got injured? Are you really determined to keep dragging him down, ruining him, and wrecking the Valence Group?”