Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 102

"Melinda, wake up..."

I was a bit tipsy, my head felt a little fuzzy, but I was still in control.

When I heard Christopher's voice, I sobered up a bit more.

"What are you doing here?" I looked at him with slightly dazed eyes.

I even felt like his head was swaying, and I instinctively wanted to reach out and steady it.

Christopher thought I was about to fall over, so he reached out to support me.

Seeing him trying to help, I immediately stood up straight and waved him off. "I'm not drunk, you don't need to worry about me."

Christopher's voice was deep and a bit commanding. "I promised Mr. Turner I'd look after you, so I can't just leave you here. Let's get you home."

Right, I should go home. I felt a bit lost and sad. It seemed like I didn't have a home anymore.

That jerk Lawrence ruined everything. My family was gone, and there was no home to go back to, no parents waiting for me.

I couldn't hold back my tears. "Christopher, I don't have a home anymore..."

Lost in my sorrow, I vaguely heard him say, "You may not have a home, but you still have me..."

But my mind was foggy, and I couldn't quite grasp what he meant. I just obediently followed him to the car.

The car was warm inside, making me feel comfortable. Maybe it was the stress from the interview, the tension, the drinking, and the crying, but I soon fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was still in the car.

The car was parked by the side of the road, seemingly waiting for me to wake up.

I opened my eyes and met Christopher's deep, complex gaze. I couldn't quite read his emotions. "Sorry, Christopher, I fell asleep."

"It's okay. But you shouldn't drink alone when you're upset. It's not good for you, and it worries everyone."

Christopher's gentle reminder made me blush a little, but I wasn't angry. "Sorry for troubling you again."

Christopher frowned. "I promised Mr. Turner I'd take care of you, so I don't see you as a burden. But you need to take care of yourself. Are you this upset because the interview didn't go well?"

I widened my eyes in surprise. "How did you know? Did I do something weird or say something strange while I was drunk?"

I didn't think I was completely out of it. Besides crying, which was a bit embarrassing, it wasn't the first time I'd cried in front of Christopher, so I could handle it.

But if I had lost some memory and done something out of the ordinary, like what Paula said I did last time, I wouldn't be able to face Christopher.

"No, you were fine. Paula called me. She's not in Starlight City, so she called me. And I could tell from your state."

I mumbled, "Yeah, I failed." But my emotions were obvious, and I felt a bit wronged.

"Don't worry. Are you hungry? Let's get something to eat and talk."

Christopher didn't lecture me or get emotional like Paula would. If Paula were here, she'd immediately fuss over me and get all worked up.

His first thought was to get me something to eat and warm my stomach.

I hadn't felt hungry before, but now that he mentioned it, I realized I was.

I had been drinking on an empty stomach, no wonder I got drunk so quickly.

Christopher seemed to have planned ahead or maybe it was just a coincidence, but he parked the car in the lot of a restaurant called Gourmet Kitchen.

I followed him into the restaurant. We ordered some food.

The dishes came quickly, and Christopher, ever the gentleman, served me a bowl of soup. "Drinking on an empty stomach isn't good. Have some soup first."

"Thanks." I didn't refuse and started sipping the soup slowly.

After I had finished half the bowl, Christopher spoke up. "So, what went wrong with the interview?"

I looked up at him. Someone like Christopher, whose time was money, was willing to listen to me talk about the interview. Maybe he'd even give me some advice. This was an opportunity.

"I don't think it was my fault, but I can't figure it out. Was I wrong to be honest?" I said, feeling wronged.

Christopher raised an eyebrow and asked calmly, "What did you say?"

I told him everything about the interview, how I was recognized, how I answered truthfully about my identity, and why the company rejected me.

"If it were you, what would you have done? I don't know what the right answer is." I was frustrated.

Christopher, being a boss, analyzed it from a company's perspective. "The live stream had a big impact. Even though it's been a month, it's still fresh in people's minds. It's normal for someone to recognize you."

I knew it was normal, but it still felt unfair.

He continued, "Even though you were the victim, employers might worry about having an employee like you. They might think you're meticulous and vengeful, even willing to sacrifice yourself. To avoid potential trouble, especially if they're not sure about your abilities, it's understandable they'd choose to reject you."

I knew that. It made me feel like justice didn't exist. It wasn't my fault, but I had to bear the consequences.

Christopher saw my frustration. "Everyone considers their own position. You see yourself as the victim. But the employer, who doesn't know you, has to think about their employees and the company's interests. They'd rather avoid potential issues."

I felt defeated. "What should I do now? Should I stop looking for a job? Move to another city and start over?"

But the live stream wasn't just local; it was nationwide. Should I wait six months or longer until people forgot? The internet had no memory, right? Then I could look for a job.

Christopher's gaze was intense. "Are you scared? Thinking of running away?"