“Why don’t you take a guess?” Christopher kept his phone and looked at me expectantly.
Well, how would I know? I gave him a nudge and pleaded, “Please, I beg of you. I’m really curious. It’s fair enough that you knew about my hobby of painting. After all, I did paint a few times every now and again when I was younger. However, I don’t even have the physical copy of the draft template of this painting. So how do you have a scanned version of it?”
“You really have no clue? What a silly woman.” Rubbing his chin, Christopher seemed to be weighing his choices. In the end, the man decided to hold off telling me until the good news was released two days later.
I rolled my eyes at him. “Why would I ask you if I have any clue at all?” Still not giving up, I started to move about on his body in an attempt to coax an answer out of him. As a result of that, I had inadvertently inflamed the carnal urge in him as his eyes shone with blazing desire in the next instance.
Sensing how Christopher’s lower region was reacting to me, I panicked and quickly jumped off his body. The next thing I knew, the man had driven the car into some woods. To put it simply, we had given the car a good shake whilst parked in the woods. Christopher only let me go because we were meeting Sabrina for the night.
What a scoundrel!
In the end, Christopher was still tight-lipped about how he came to be in possession of the draft work of my painting. I then recalled a conversation he had with Monica when he said that he had started paying attention to me, and then fell in love with me some ten years ago.
At that time, I thought he only said that for Monica’s benefit. But now, it seemed like he was telling the truth. I had been racking my brain to recall all the interactions I had previously had with Christopher, but my efforts were in vain. I arrived at the conclusion that this man was like a mysterious book. Each time I thought I had gotten to the last page, I would find out that there were more pages underneath.
At night, we went to Sabrina and Zachary’s presidential suite for the newlyweds’ after-party. Many of Christopher’s ex-comrades were also invited to the party. One of whom was Sean. A new scar could be seen across one of his cheeks.
“Aww, you’re such a lovely childhood sweetheart! Cheers to you two! Here, you two are going to finish this drink together. Bottoms up!” I said while sliding over a glass of beer.
Christopher already had quite a lot to drink as the night deepened. He held onto me and kept muttering that he wanted me to have a grand wedding reception, in which I would wear the fairest wedding gown and be the center of every girl’s attention. After a while, he quietly led me to the balcony, and then rested his head on my shoulder before he whispered, “Eve, we got married in such a rush I felt like I owe you a beautiful wedding ceremony. At that time, you were struggling to make a decision due to my family background. So, I had no choice but to act fast so that you wouldn’t run away from me.”
“You fool!” I let out a smile and held him back. “Well, didn’t you promise that you’ll cherish me for all eternity? I’ll need you to keep doing that, for if you don’t, my heart will be broken into a thousand pieces.”
“I wouldn’t dare to hurt you!”
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