Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 118

Christopher's face darkened at my words.

"Do you think I'd use you as a shield?" His eyes flashed with anger as he glared at me.

I quickly shook my head. "No, that's not what I meant. I just don't want to cause you any trouble."

But the more I tried to explain, the worse it seemed to get, so I decided to shut up after that.

Christopher gave me a long, hard look. "If you don't want to cause trouble, then don't be stupid."

"Yes!" I knew I was in the wrong, so I obediently lowered my head and admitted my mistake.

Seeing me like this, Christopher didn't say anything more harsh. He just closed his eyes to rest, probably thinking that out of sight, out of mind.

I glanced at his face, noticing the heavy fatigue between his brows. It was clear that he had compressed his work schedule to attend this trial on time.

I looked at his profile, his features were so sharp, just like his personality.

I couldn't help but sneak out my phone to look at a photo.

In the photo, I was hugging Christopher from behind, my face almost pressed against his waist. Remembering the feeling of wrapping my arms around his waist made my fingertips feel warm.

When I helped him change clothes earlier, I hadn't noticed how slim his waist was.

In the photo, I was holding onto Christopher so tightly, and his expression was one of surprise, with a hint of an unreadable emotion in his eyes.

Overall, it looked like a girlfriend reluctant to let go of her boyfriend. I had actually planned to delete this photo.

After the trial, while waiting at a nearby coffee shop with Paula, she had mysteriously taken out the photo. I was shocked and scared when I saw it.

"Where did this photo come from? It's not all over the internet, is it?" I was worried about Christopher's reputation, so I asked anxiously.

Paula raised an eyebrow confidently. "Relax, don't you trust me? These photos won't appear online. But Melinda, you're focusing on the wrong thing. Look closely at the photo. You still say you and Christopher are impossible? Look how well you match."

"Look at how you're holding onto Christopher, and his surprised yet complex emotions. This is something even many TV dramas can't capture."

I was forced to take a closer look at the photo. But I knew very well that Christopher and I were from different worlds.

A handsome and wealthy man like him, practically unrivaled in Starlight City, would never be interested in someone like me, who was going to get divorced and had only a little bit of spare cash.

"Send me the photo," I said to Paula.

Paula looked at me suspiciously. "Are you planning to keep it? You wouldn't want to delete it, would you?"

I was speechless. Well, Paula knew me too well and guessed my intention immediately.

Paula firmly stated, "If you want to keep it, fine, I'll send it to you. But if you want to delete it, no way. I've already uploaded it to the cloud. Even if you delete it from my phone, you can't delete it from the cloud. Such a beautiful photo, it would be a shame to delete it."

I had no choice, and under Paula's insistence, I ended up saving the photo.

Fortunately, Paula was called away by work later, or she might have continued to brainwash me. I was afraid that if she kept at it, I might really fall for Christopher.

That would be a disaster for both me and Christopher.

After all, he was looking out for me because of my parents. If I repaid his kindness with betrayal, it would be nothing short of a catastrophe.

Thinking of this, I quickly closed the photo album.

Just then, I got a call from Christopher's housekeeper, Tiana.

Tiana had been away for a few days due to family matters.

"Tiana, is something wrong?" I knew Tiana well. She was always considerate and gentle. She wouldn't call unless it was important.

"Ms. Turner, I'm really sorry to bother you. I originally took a few days off, thinking I could handle everything back home. But things have gotten complicated, and I might need more time. I didn't take much with me when I left, and now I need you to help me pack some daily essentials and send them to my hometown."

Tiana's voice was full of apology, and she explained further, "I shouldn't trouble you, but Mr. Collins is even busier, and I feel bad about bothering him again and again."

I didn't hold any grudge against Tiana for this. She was so honest, and I was willing to help. Besides, she had always taken good care of me. It wasn't a big deal for me to help out.

"Tiana, it's no trouble at all. Just send me the list of things you need and the address, and I'll go over and pack them for you."

"Thank you so much."

After hanging up, I headed to Christopher's house.

I quickly explained the situation to Christopher.

Soon, he replied with a simple message: [Okay. Just go in, the code is 0320.]

Paxton had told me the code once before, when Christopher was sick. But I hadn't memorized it. After using it, I deleted Paxton's message. 

This was Christopher's home, and he just gave me the code like that. He wasn't worried about me stealing everything? I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought.

I entered the code and went in.

To my surprise, Christopher was sitting on the living room sofa. His jacket was draped over the back of the sofa, his tie half undone, and the top two buttons of his shirt were open, revealing his Adam's apple and collarbone.

He was focused on the documents in his hands.

They said a man was most attractive when he was working. Christopher, even just sitting there casually, was enough to captivate anyone. Now, working, he exuded an elite and noble aura that was truly alluring.

I suppressed my thoughts and cleared my throat. "Mr. Collins, you're home. Why did you give me the code?"

Christopher looked up at me. "I gave you the code so you can come in directly next time. No need to knock or ask me."

Although he trusted me, which I should be happy about, I couldn't help but say, "Mr. Collins, this doesn't seem appropriate."

Christopher's eyes darkened, and I thought I saw a slight smile on his lips before he quickly suppressed it. "Last time, you got the code from Paxton to take care of me. You didn't think it was inappropriate then. Now that you're my personal assistant, you'll have more opportunities to enter my private space. Why do you think it's inappropriate now?"

My eyes darted away, and my ears turned red. I was worried he might bring up that night and hold me accountable.