Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 73

“Feeling guilty now? I want to see who your lover is!” Furious, Lyle grabbed the ashtray on the table and threw it toward me. I could not dodge in time, so it smacked my forehead. In a daze, I was dragged to the bedroom by him.

I did not dare to steal a glance inside. If there was anything related to Christopher inside, I would be doomed.

Lyle stood frozen to the spot as if he had just been jolted awake for a dream. When I noticed that he did not fly into a rage, I glanced over immediately and realized that the blankets in the bedroom were folded neatly. Other than some female pajamas, there was nothing else on the bed. My worry finally dissipated as a wave of relief washed over me.

“Are you done looking, Lyle?” I asked coldly.

“Get lost!” The man ran into the bathroom and the guest room. After combing through every inch of the house, he realized that there were no men inside. Whirling around, he grabbed my neck and demanded, “Where did you hide your lover? Where’s Christopher?”

He was using so much force that I could barely breathe. I remembered that day in the hotel when I rushed to save him unhesitatingly. Even though I got slashed by the broken fragments of the chandelier, he just carried Crystal and left without sparing a single glance at me.

I began crying again, though it was not out of sorrow. I would not feel sad because of Lyle’s actions again. Instead, it was because my neck hurt too much and I could not breathe. Prying his hands away

forcefully, I said with much difficulty, “I’m so stupid. Why did I rush over that day when we were in the hotel? See, I could give up my life for you, yet you want to kill me. You’re right. I’m as pathetic as a dog, having to serve your every need.”

Standing frozen to the spot, he released his grip. I slid onto the ground weakly and kept coughing. While I coughed, I let out a sorrowful chuckle and asked, “Would you like me to have a one-night stand with a random man on the streets and take some pictures for you? Or, you can spectate us at the side and discuss our various positions. That way, I’ll have a lover, and you can divorce me fair and square. Not only can you ruin my reputation, but you can also be together with Crystal again.”

“Stop talking!” interrupted Lyle as he carried me and placed me on the couch. “Are you okay? I’ll pour you a glass of warm water.”

It was those carefully curated words again. He viewed them with so much importance, it was as if they were part of his bible. Every time he spoke those words, it meant that his attitude had softened. Lyle went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water for me, but I refused to look at him. I placed the glass on the table casually and remained motionless. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He kept glancing around the house, trying to search for something. In the end, he asked, “Is there really nothing going on between you and Christopher?”

Though I laughed, I was boiling with fury wihtin. In a hostile tone, I rebuked, “Why are you asking me? Don’t you already have your own answer? Will you even believe what I say?”

The man turned quiet again as he stared at me with a frown on his face. If he had done this in the past, I would feel extremely uneasy and would wish for nothing more than to appease him again. Unfortunately, all I wanted to do now was to slap his haughty-looking face.

“Why did you buy this house? Did you already plan on leaving me earlier on?” demanded Lyle in an interrogative tone.

I laughed. “Oh, I bought it after I saw the video Bianca sent me, featuring both of you in the bed. Do you want to watch it? It’s really entertaining.”

I did not know why Lyle had come to look for me. Despite rebuking him so aggressively, he could still tolerate it and stay here. I continued, “If there’s nothing else, I’d like to rest. Please leave.”

A grim look crossed his eyes. It looked like his temper was about to blow up, yet he forcefully suppressed it. “Let’s move back. Pack your belongings now.”

Seeing that I did not move, he dragged me toward the door. I flung his hand away forcefully and snapped through gritted teeth, “Lyle, I’m not your pet cat or dog. You can’t just summon and dismiss me whenever you want. If there’s anything you want to say, tell me directly. I have no time to waste with you.”

“Stop kicking up a fuss. Grandma told me to bring you home. Are you going to ignore her instructions too?” Lyle glared at me.