Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 103

Julia was an elegant woman. Although she was in her middle age, she still looked her prime. The dimples on her cheeks showed when she smiled shyly at Gordon. “Of course I remember what you said. You said you’ll stay with me forever.”

It was not until then that I realize that walnut cookies had a special meaning to them. I took a look at Christopher and was stunned when he winked at me as if I owed him a big one this time. He took a cookie from the box and ate it.

“Hm, it really tastes nice. It’s just as sweet as how you two are right now,” he said playfully looking at his parents before taking up another cookie. “Here’s to more happiness in your marriage. May both of you live to a good old age.”

His childish behavior almost made me laugh. He had given me an unexpected gift this time around, but when my gaze settled upon Monica who was beside him, any urge to smile that I had vanished instantly.

I had to admit that I felt jealous. I was married, but my marriage was not a successful one. My husband had another woman, and all the outsiders thought I deserved such a pitiable fate. I knew how it felt to be in an unhappy marriage, as such, I would never be a homewrecker.

Besides, someone as perfect as Monica deserved a good marriage.

Julia looked up at me and nodded. “Thank you. This means a lot to me.”

“This is the best gift I’ve received tonight!” Gordon remarked before laughing heartily, yet I felt even if he did not like it, he would still stay courteous and thank me for the present. After all, he looked like a man with a good heart.

“I’m glad you like it, Mr. Lane.” I smiled at him. When I saw Christopher raising his brows at me trying to get a compliment, I shifted my gaze swiftly. There was no way I could look at him and still stay calm.

“So what if he did? It’s not like this has anything to do with you. Don’t channel your anger toward me if someone else steps on your toe. Just leave me in peace. I just want to get this party over with and go home, so stop following me around.”

I could tell Lyle was already trying to sound friendlier, but my reply was not helping at all. “Don’t you dare talk to me like that! Who do you think you are?”

“Who I am is none of your business,” I said tritely, scanning the crowd of attractive women. “The woman you love is not here, so stop bugging me and get lost.”

I shook off his hand and fled before he could do anything. I wondered who Lyle thought he was. He spurned me, yet he expected me to still love him like I used to. Does he really think he’s a king? Why should I accept everything he does?