Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 203

“I know. I saw you arguing at the hospital. You should talk to Crystal instead of coming to me. If she finds out you came here, your conflict will only increase,” I calmed down and told Lyle coolly.

“Have you ever regretted divorcing me?” Lyle stepped forward and tried to take my hand, but a pair of large hands reached out to block him from doing so.

I turned back to look at Christopher and almost got a nosebleed. Christopher was clad in loose pajamas as he leaned against the door. There was a relaxed smile playing on his lips as he yawned lazily. His hair was also a disheveled mess.

The hickey on his neck was visible when he looked up. His half-unbuttoned pajama top revealed his tanned skin and chiseled chest. There were even a few scratches right on his chest. It was an alluring sight.

My eyes bulged so much that it seemed like they were about to pop out of my sockets. It was such a steamy scene. I couldn’t help but wonder when did Christopher change into pajamas and how he got the scratches on his chest. It wasn’t me, for I never liked to scratch people.

“Darling, why are you so slow? I’m waiting to have dinner with you. By the way, where did you put my underwear? I can’t find it anywhere. I’m going commando now. It’s terribly uncomfortable.” Christopher narrowed his eyes and gave me a warm smile.

“It’s in the closet. Can’t you see it?” I glowered at him and replied coyly.

I was certain Christopher did it on purpose. After all, he changed into this outfit swiftly and even asked me for his underwear. He was rarely this adorable.

“Why are you here?” a scowling Lyle demanded in fury. “Christopher Lane, how could you covet your friend’s wife? You might be from the Lane family, but that doesn’t mean you can do anything you want!” He glared at Christopher and gritted his teeth in anger.

Lyle snorted and pointed at Christopher. “Do you think you’ll be happy with this man? When I first met him, I gave him the twins to get his investment. He fooled around with them for at least six months before he got tired of them. Look at him. He has a childhood sweetheart waiting to get engaged to him. Are you going to be his mistress? Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell your dad about you both?”

I tamped down my fury and the urge to give him a few slaps. The disdain on my face heightened as I retorted, “That’s none of your business. So what if I want to be his mistress? Go back to your Crystal. I’m your ex-wife, so stay out of my business. It’s over between us, get it?”

“Yvonne, just you wait. You shall regret your decision one day.” Lyle turned and left in a fit of fury. He even gave the elevator door a kick before he stormed in.

I rolled my eyes at his action. Isn’t he afraid the elevator will malfunction?