Female NovelChapter 81 Seeing Me All Over
His fingers didn’t stop. One button, two buttons, three buttons, his shirt fell open, revealing broad shoulders, a narrow waist, smooth, defined pecs, and the hint of those V–lines!
He asked, “Should I keep going?”
He looked at me nonchalantly, his hand on his belt buckle, as if ready to strip completely if I nodded.
I looked at him in despair, pulling the curtains shut, gritting my teeth, “Christopher! Are you crazy, are you
exhibitionist?”
“You ask me to strip, don’t you?”
He feigned innocence, as if genuinely confused.
I rolled my eyes, picked up the black shirt, and threw it at him, saying, “Do you just do whatever I ask you to do?”
He answered, “Yes.”
At his words, my heart skipped a beat. “Really?”
He stared at me with his blue eyes and saying, “Yes.”
“You said that,” Fcontinued.
I thought for a moment, looked at him, saying, “I have never mentioned this to you before, but Grandpa Valence’s last wish was that Evelyn was not to set foot in the Valence family. Can you promise that?”
He said, “Do you want me to agree to this?”
“Can’t do it?” I uttered.
My heart sank bit by bit. His feelings for Evelyn were truly deep. Even Grandpa Valence’s last wish, he’d defy for her.
He furrowed his brow slightly, seemingly amused. I’ve told you many times. I no longer have those feelings for her. Haven’t you listened? How could I marry her? Hope, are you foolish? The person I like now is not her!”
“Not her, could it be me?”
I met his gaze without flinching, asking each word deliberately.
To say I had no expectations would be a lie. I could hide it from anyone but not from myself. I hadn’t moved on.
Even knowing that no matter what happened, there was no future for us, I still hoped that over the years, he might have liked me, even for a fleeting moment.
Eight years, how many eight years does one have in life?
His blue eyes were like whirlpools, as if they would swallow me whole. His voice carried a seductive power as he said, “If I said yes, we wouldn’t divorce. Would you be alright with that?”
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Chapter 81 Seeing Me All Over
I was stunned, then shook my head after a long while, trying to look at him soberly.
I cooed, “Christopher, if you ever liked me, it would prove that my feelings over the years weren’t entirely one–sided. I might feel a bit more at peace. But that’s not a reason for us to continue.”
He said in surprise, “Over the years?”
“Yes.
I was suddenly willing to lay all my feelings bare, no longer hiding, smiling. “Eight years, Christopher. I’ve liked you since I was in college. For eight years.”
Saying it all out loud might leave no regrets.
Telling him openly that I liked him wasn’t shameful.
“How could it be?” Christopher’s eyes filled with astonishment, surprise mixed with joy, and doubt. “Didn’t you like Cecil in college?”
I took a deep breath, covering the bitterness in my heart, and said, “Who told you that? Or do you think that any male- female relationship that gets along well must involve love?”
I asked, “Didn’t you wish me a happy eighth anniversary not long ago?”
I forced a smile, saying. “When I woke up in the school clinic and saw you, 1–fell in love with you. Thank you for taking me to the clinic in time and inviting me to so many meals.”
Christopher avoided my gaze, his figure swaying slightly, his throat tight. “You liked me just because of that…?”
For some reason, I seemed to see a hint of panic in him.
I clenched my fists, feigning nonchalance. “Maybe to you, it was just a small favor, long forgotten, but to me back then, those were moments of heart fluttering, Christopher, I was very grateful to you.”
Having said it all, after today, I would start a new life. All the past would be written off.
I no longer owe him anything!
Christopher lit a cigarette after taking one out of the pack. Even this action of his appeared particularly noble and elegant.
After a few puffs of smoke, his expression became even more obscure.
Smoking more urgently, he choked harshly, looking at me somewhat disheveled for the first time.
“If… If it wasn’t me who took you to the hospital that day,” he coughed a few times, his eyes reddening, his voice rough as if scrapedChapter 81 Seeing Me All Over
I was stunned for a moment, glancing into the bag, seeing two exquisite velvet boxes.
Inside were pendants prepared by Grandpa Valence for the baby.
A wave of sharp pain washed over me, and I spoke coldly, “This is what Grandpa Valence prepared for the baby. It should be returned to you since the it is gone.”
He stared at me and said, “Grandpa Valence gave them to you. If you want to return them, give them back to him.”
I realized he could be utterly unreasonable and impossible to argue with.
I pursed my lips and said, “Christopher, I can accept other things, but this is too precious.”
He blurted out, “It’s for you, not for outsiders.”
I couldn’t help but clench my fists, suppressing the strange feeling in my heart, trying to stay rational. “We’re just one divorce paper away from being strangers. We should keep things clear–cut,”
“Clear–cut?” Christopher’s indifferent eyes slightly lifted as he leisurely looked at me.
I couldn’t help but panic, saying, “Yes.”
“How do you want to make things clear?” He asked.
He leaned back on the sofa, his posture relaxed, and casually said, “We’ve been married for three years, and you’ve seen every inch of me. How much have you taken advantage of me? Who knows if you’ve secretly taken nude photos of me? I haven’t even held you accountable, and you want to draw lines?”
This man was infuriating.
I glared at him in shame and anger, biting out, “What accountability? Did you suffer a loss?”
“You’ve looked at me more often.” He was being unreasonable.
I found him unreasonable. “Where’s the evidence?”
“I’ll let you see it again now,” he said frivolously, his slender fingers moving slowly to the second button of his shirt, the motion deliberate and appealing.
At first, I felt a bit flushed, but then I saw through his ploy and sneered, “Go ahead, if you dare, strip completely.”
With that, I pulled the curtains wide open and said, “Go ahead, let everyone see your eight–pack abs and the V–line.”
He replied, “Okay.”
I thought he was going to get angry, but he instead smirked playfully, his voice gentle as he said, “Listening to you.”