Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 32

When Christopher came out, I had just finished hand-washing the clothes and was about to wring them out and hang them up.

"What are you doing?"

The sudden voice really startled me.

I turned to look at him, holding the shirt, with an awkward look in my eyes. "I was just thinking that since you helped me, and I had some time, I would help you wash your clothes."

Strange, I was doing a good deed, so why did I feel embarrassed?

Christopher glanced at the clothes in my hand, his expression unreadable. "You don't need to do this. I don't lack people to wash my clothes."

My first reaction was: Doesn't he not have a girlfriend? How can he say he doesn't lack people to wash his clothes?

Then, I realized my thinking was wrong. Maybe because we used to live in the same house, our lives inevitably intersected, so the boundaries weren't very clear.

Seeing me lower my head without speaking, Christopher added, "If you're really idle, you might as well take care of your own affairs earlier."

I remained silent.

If it weren't for thinking about the life-saving grace, I would have given him a piece of my mind for not appreciating my help with the laundry.

With such a sharp tongue, which girl could tolerate him? He must be referring to a housekeeper when he said he didn't lack people to wash his clothes.

While I was muttering in my heart, I heard Christopher's phone ding. He picked it up and looked at it right in front of me.

Then, I visibly saw Christopher's face darken instantly.

It was faster than a change of face. I wondered what kind of message made him so angry.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you leaving? Or do you plan to stay?" Christopher looked up, his deep eyes seemingly hiding anger, and his words were merciless.

Even though he saved me, with such a bad attitude, I didn't want to stay any longer.

"Fine, I'll leave!"

I lifted my leg to walk out, but after saying "I'll leave" out of spite, I felt a bit better. After taking a few steps, I remembered the clothes that weren't finished washing.

I walked back, ignoring Christopher's expression, wrung out the clothes in the sink, shook them, and hung them up.

After finishing, I still solemnly apologized to Christopher, "No matter what, Christopher, thank you for your help this time.

After all, we don't have much of a relationship. I know you helped me multiple times because of my parents."

Christopher didn't feel my sincere thanks. Instead, he sneered, a small curve forming at the corner of his lips, the smile not reaching his eyes. "Melinda!"

My name, coldly spat out from his mouth.

With a hint of intimidation.

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at him with confusion.

Seeing me like this, his eyes narrowed slightly. "You, woman, are really stupid and self-righteous. Just consider it me meddling. I shouldn't have helped an ungrateful person like you."

"I..." I was furious.

What's wrong with Christopher? He seemed to have a lot of hostility towards me. If that's the case, why did he save me?

He had said I was ungrateful several times. I washed his clothes, didn't I? I didn't skimp on the money for the clothes he bought me, and I let him mock me like this.

"I'm not ungrateful. I washed your clothes, and I'll transfer the money for the clothes you bought me. I also expressed my thanks, didn't I?" I felt a bit wronged and angry.

Christopher seemed even angrier.

"Yes, you're very good at distancing yourself!"

Why did I feel like he was gritting his teeth when he said that?

I realized that no matter what I said, it would probably be wrong in his eyes. I clenched my hands at my sides, then bowed to Christopher, trying to calm my emotions, and sincerely said, "Christopher, thank you. I hope you have a smooth and healthy future. I'm leaving."

As I spoke, I was already walking downstairs.

The layout of this house was similar to the Turner Villa, but the decor was slightly different, more minimalist, with cooler color schemes, much like Christopher's own temperament.

Unlike the Turner Villa, I liked warm colors, so the decor was done according to my preferences, even though I was young at the time.

Just as I reached the sofa, Christopher called out from the second-floor staircase, "Wait!"

I turned around to see Christopher looking down at me.

That look gave me a strange feeling, as if we were very far apart.

"Mr. Collins, what else do you need?" I asked with a bad tone.

Christopher seemed to want to say something. I had already left as he wished, so what more did he want?

With one hand in his pocket, standing tall but relaxed, he walked down the stairs and handed me something with his other hand. "Take it!"

I then noticed it was the medicine placed by my bedside, probably just prescribed by the doctor.

But thinking about how he had just scolded me for being ungrateful, taking it would mean owing him more.

Besides, I hated taking medicine.

"No need! I'm already fine."

As soon as I finished speaking, I couldn't help but cough.

My throat felt a bit itchy, and I saw Christopher looking at me mockingly. "Little liar! If you don't want it, just throw it in the trash can to the right of the door!"

I remained silent.

He said that, but I had a feeling if I really threw it away, he would scold me even more harshly.

Forget it, to avoid trouble!

I reluctantly took the medicine package.

"How much? I'll transfer it to you!"

"No need!"

This time, it wasn't my imagination. Christopher's words were squeezed out through gritted teeth with anger.

But I insisted, "How much? You said we have no relationship, and I don't want to owe you more!"

As I spoke, I took out my phone. "WhatsApp QR code, I'll scan it."

Christopher gave me a deep, dark look. "38.5 dollars!"

Then he quickly opened the QR code on his phone.

Ding!

The money was transferred quickly.

Without even checking if it was received, he immediately issued a cold eviction order, "Aren't you leaving? Waiting for me to see you off?"

"No need, goodbye!"

Never again!

I thought, back in school, Christopher had a cold persona and spoke little.

Otherwise, with his sharp tongue, he would have been beaten up long ago.

As soon as I walked out of Christopher's villa, I received a call from Lawrence.

Honestly, I didn't want to answer, but to avoid suspicion, I reluctantly picked up the call.

"Melinda, I haven't been able to reach you for so long. Did something happen? I was so worried about you."

I tightened my grip on the phone, veins popping out from holding back, took a deep breath, and suppressed the malice in my heart. I replied in a deliberately light tone, "What could happen to me? Lawrence, do you really care about my safety?"

Of course, he cared.

Cared enough to hope I would die in an accident so he could get that huge life insurance payout.

I guessed he was hoping for my death.