Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 30

When I woke up again, I found myself in a room that was both strange and familiar.

Strange because I had never been here before.

Familiar because the color scheme and arrangement seemed like something I had seen before.

Oh right, it was somewhat like Christopher's room style. When he stayed at my place, he arranged it like this. I even laughed at him back then for being so young yet liking such old-fashioned colors, either black or white.

But it couldn't be him.

The last time at my parents' grave, the way he looked at me, he probably wouldn't want to bother with me.

And how could it be such a coincidence to run into Christopher?

Christopher is quite sharp-tongued, but he's also really smart. If he had saved me, why didn't he take me to the hospital?

But soon, I dismissed my own guess.

I opened the door and took a look.

It was still a room on the second floor of a villa.

But such a big villa, empty, with no one around!

I was puzzled, where was the owner of the villa?

Until I went downstairs and was just two steps away from the last flight, I saw a familiar back, Christopher.

At this moment, he was on the phone with his back to me. His cool demeanor was recognizable even from behind.

My heart sank.

Why is it that every time I run into Christopher, it's when I'm at my most miserable?

For some reason, I just didn't want to face him.

Thinking of this, I made a somewhat unethical decision. I planned to sneak away and then have Paula transfer money to him as a thank you.

"Melinda, seeing your savior, and you think of running away?" Christopher's back seemed to have eyes, he actually noticed me.

Hearing that cool and teasing voice, I was so startled that I missed a step, "Ah!"

Help!

If I don't die from anger, I might die from the fall.

I closed my eyes in despair, ready to embrace the pain.

But the next moment, I realized the expected pain didn't come. Instead, I was held in a cool embrace, with Christopher's faint scent lingering around my nose.

I was completely stunned, forgetting to react for a moment.

"How long are you planning to stay like this!"

Until Christopher's voice rang out again, pulling me back to my senses.

Like being electrocuted, I quickly got out of Christopher's arms and stepped back a few steps, putting some distance between us, "Sorry, I just missed a step, and thank you."

My face turned red, partly from anxiety and partly from embarrassment.

Why is it that every time I see Christopher, I'm either unlucky or making a fool of myself? With his sharp tongue, who knows how he'll mock me.

"Am I some kind of monster?" Christopher snorted lightly. He really is blessed, smart, handsome, and even his voice is so pleasant, like a cello.

That is, if he doesn't mock me.

I looked at him, puzzled, "Wha-what do you mean?"

"Dating and getting married, have you lost your mind?" Christopher suddenly flicked my forehead, "If I'm not a monster, why are you so scared when you see me?"

"I'm not scared of you!"

I said I wasn't scared, but why couldn't I meet his eyes, clearly feeling guilty.

"Look at you, this is what you call not scared?" Christopher frowned, giving me a once-over, "You used to have quite the guts to argue with me. What, did Lawrence trick away your courage and brains?

But that doesn't make sense, Lawrence is so sinister, you dared to marry him, how can you be scared of your savior?"

I knew Christopher despised me, but did he have to insult me like this?

I still have some self-respect, you know!

But that's not the point. From what Christopher said, he seemed to know Lawrence's true nature.

"What do you mean Lawrence tricked me? What do you know?"

I stared at him. I used to love Lawrence, and as Paula said, I thought he was perfect, blinded by love, unable to see anyone else.

Now that I don't love Lawrence anymore, I see things more objectively.

Christopher's features were exquisite, his contours sharp, paired with that cool and noble demeanor. People said Lawrence and Christopher were equally impressive at school, but actually, Lawrence was far inferior to Christopher.

"From your question, it seems your eyes aren't as blind as before?"

I was silent, "Are you polite?"

"I can't be polite to someone ungrateful."

Christopher gave me a light glance, "If you repay evil with kindness, what do you repay kindness with? Kyle taught you that, did you forget?"

That glance made me feel he was scolding me excessively.

But mentioning Kyle made my eyes dim.

Of course, I remembered Kyle's words. Just now, I did think about leaving without saying goodbye, and he had saved me more than once, which was indeed unreasonable.

But it's not like I wouldn't repay him.

Why did he have to say that about me?

"Feeling guilty because I hit the mark!" Christopher looked at me with deep eyes and said.

His gaze made my heart race. Since when did I start feeling inferior whenever I saw him? I lowered my eyes slightly and said in a muffled voice, "You're right."

Christopher seemed amused by my words. He took a step closer, his strong presence almost suffocating me.

"You talk tough to me, so your brain is still there. How come when facing Lawrence, you were like a fool, being played around by him? Did he drug you, or were you hopelessly blinded by love?"

Christopher didn't hold back in criticizing me.

Regarding Lawrence, I had no words to defend myself.

Yes, Lawrence was too sinister, too good at pretending, that's why I was deceived. Christopher's criticism, I accepted.

I glanced at him, then, why did it feel like Christopher's head was swaying in front of me, "You, don't move, are you doing this on purpose?"

I blurted out instinctively.

"Melinda, are you playing dumb?" Christopher's brows furrowed, the suppressed anger in his eyes seemed ready to burst out, aimed straight at me.

"I..."

I opened my mouth, wanting to say I wasn't.

Then I felt my legs go weak, barely able to stand, my body trembled, and my head felt stuffy, about to fall towards Christopher.

"You're running a fever, and you come here to get sick!" Christopher caught me and then bent down to pick me up.

Even so, he didn't hold back his scolding.

I tried to open my tired eyes to glare at him, "You're bullying me too."

My voice, unconsciously, carried a sobbing tone!

Christopher fell silent, and my ears were finally quiet.

Soon, a young man hurried over, his eyes darting between me and Christopher. I was too dazed to understand or care.

I vaguely saw Christopher kick the man, who then took out a thermometer and other tools from a toolbox.

Oh!

He's a doctor!

Thinking this, I fainted again.

This time, I didn't stay unconscious for long. When I woke up, there was a cooling cloth on my forehead.

Christopher's well-defined fingers were taking it off and replacing it with a new one.