Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 31

"You're awake!"

Christopher slightly lifted his eyelids to glance at me, continuing to place a cloth on my forehead.

From my lying position, I could see his long eyelashes.

Moreover, his actions were somewhat awkward, clearly not someone used to taking care of others, yet there was an inexplicable elegance in his movements.

Some people are just born with a certain grace.

"Your parents passed away, and you don't take care of your body? They'd probably be disappointed in heaven."

After finishing, Christopher stood up and looked down at me, his eyes as deep as the ocean, "Melinda, you need to learn to love yourself first, only then will others love you!"

"I..."

My throat felt dry, not sure if it was because of the illness or his words that left me speechless.

In my relationship and marriage with Lawrence, I seemed to have lost myself, forgetting how to love myself.

Clearly, my parents had taught me that.

Christopher seemed to anticipate my reaction and didn't stay longer, "Useless! Almost got a fever that fried your brain, anyone would think I scolded you into a stupor!

Clean clothes are in the closet, come down for dinner."

With that, he turned and left, his departing figure inexplicably giving off a sense of desolation.

Come to think of it, every time I see Christopher, he seems to be alone. Could he still be single?

After Christopher left the room, I got up to change clothes.

I must have sweated a lot, my body felt sticky.

The doctor was quite skilled; apart from a slightly uncomfortable throat, I felt much better.

When I went downstairs, Christopher was serving porridge, and there were a few delicate but light dishes on the table, all of which I liked.

Seeing the food, my stomach growled with hunger.

I picked up the porridge and took a sip; it was soft and fragrant.

A few more sips, and my stomach felt much better, warm and comfortable.

"Eat some vegetables!"

Christopher frowned and reminded me as he saw me only drinking the soup.

He probably thought I was afraid of him and didn't dare to take any food.

I didn't hold back and took some shrimp and vegetables in front of me; the saltiness was just right.

The shrimp was fresh and tender, and the vegetables were fragrant, with a great texture.

"Christopher, I didn't expect you to be such a good cook. They say men who can cook are good men, and you're pretty good!" I praised while eating Christopher's food.

Christopher looked at me indifferently, "You judge a good man by that standard? No wonder you were deceived by that hypocritical Lawrence."

I meant to compliment him, but Christopher ended up mocking me.

Lawrence did win me over with that; seeing him in an apron cooking for me, I thought it was charming.

Now I realize how shallow I was.

"Stop harping on my mistakes!" I said with a bitter smile, then asked, "Christopher, do you have a girlfriend?"

"No!" Christopher's hand paused while picking up food, and I vaguely saw a momentary stiffness on his face, which startled me.

No way, his reaction...

I had a bold guess, "Have you never been in a relationship, never had a girlfriend?"

"Mind your own business, Melinda. You can't even handle your own mess, stop worrying about others." Christopher said irritably.

Christopher must be embarrassed.

I was used to his scolding; after all, I had already embarrassed myself in front of him several times, so I didn't care much. I deliberately teased him, "Christopher, maybe you don't have a girlfriend because your words are too harsh, scaring all the girls away. It's not my fault you don't have a girlfriend, why are you mad at me?"

When I said that, Christopher suddenly looked at me, his gaze like a vortex, almost sucking me in.

Why was he looking at me like that?

Was he planning to kill me for speaking the truth?

I braced myself and couldn't help but say one last fair thing, "Christopher, you should reflect on yourself."

Then I quickly lowered my head to eat, planning to leave as soon as I finished.

At the table, Christopher was silent, and I wondered if my words had hurt him.

He kept pointing out my mistakes, so why couldn't I fight back?

"I should reflect!"

Suddenly, Christopher spoke, saying just that.

Did Christopher have a change of heart? Was he really provoked by my words?

I didn't know how to respond, so I quickly finished my meal.

Then I went to the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror; my face was pale, but I looked better than when I was with Lawrence.

Indeed, being with the wrong person only makes you worse.

The clothes I was wearing fit surprisingly well, a light green color, fresh and elegant, matching my temperament.

But these clothes...

I checked the brand label on the back; it was a high-end brand.

Quite expensive, I found out online that this dress retailed for eight thousand dollars.

I winced, feeling a bit pained.

But since I owed Christopher a favor, I couldn't owe him money too. I called Paula.

In the midst of bickering with Christopher, I almost forgot to inform Paula.

I had to get back to Paula first, "Paula, transfer eight thousand dollars to Christopher's account."

"Oh my God, Melinda, I'm so glad you're okay. You almost scared me to death; I called you until my phone died." Paula was almost crying with joy when she answered.

I could hear the choked emotion in Paula's voice, warming my heart, "I'm fine, Christopher saved me. So, please transfer eight thousand dollars to him for the clothes he got me."

"What clothes cost eight thousand dollars? Is he robbing you? If he's robbing you, just say so! Didn't I hear Christopher made money from investments? Why is he eyeing your money?"

Paula was also distressed for me.

We were truly good friends, thinking alike.

"A high-end dress, what do you think? He's saved me several times, life-saving grace aside, let's say he helped me out of respect for my parents who took care of him back then, but there's no reason for him to pay for the clothes." I replied helplessly.

"Alright! Since he saved you! But how come every time something happens to you, he's always there?" Paula couldn't help but wonder.

It's a coincidence.

But I've seen many coincidences, so I'm used to it now, "Don't say that, I'm also frustrated, always embarrassing myself in front of him, I feel like I have no confidence in front of him. Make sure to transfer the money quickly."

"Got it, got it, right away! And Melinda, don't get yourself worked up, it's Lawrence, that bad man, and Missy, that shrew, and Clara's fault, don't punish yourself for their mistakes."

Paula was still worried, comforting me again.

"I know." My eyes were wet, and I hung up the phone.

When I came out of the room, I didn't see Christopher. I hesitated; if I left without saying anything again, he'd probably hold it against me forever.

But he didn't tell me he was going out, probably went to the study.

So I'll wait a bit; this is Christopher's house, I shouldn't disturb him.

As I sat on the sofa, I happened to sit on a shirt, probably something he took off and hadn't had time to put away. Since I had nothing to do, I decided to wash it for him.

Consider it repaying a favor!