Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 35

"Alright, I got it."

I hung up Vance's call seemingly calm, but the moment I did, tears started streaming down my face uncontrollably.

"Hahaha, Lawrence, you're so cruel! You're not just trying to kill me, you're trying to turn me into a mental patient, a lunatic!"

This kind of drug is not something an ordinary person can get their hands on.

It requires special channels and a lot of money to obtain. Lawrence was willing to go to great lengths to set me up.

Should I thank him for thinking so highly of me?

I laughed and laughed until I broke down crying.

I slapped myself hard, "Melinda, you fool, why are you crying? Lawrence is a bastard, he's not worth your tears."

But I still felt so sad.

Just imagine, if I hadn't noticed something was wrong and ended up becoming a helpless idiot, possibly becoming Lawrence's plaything, how humiliating that would be.

That would be a fate worse than death.

And Lawrence might still be able to maintain his good husband image. Without my civil capacity, all my financial assets, properties, and even the company would fall into Lawrence's hands.

Lawrence is so ruthless.

I'm so stupid. I deserve this.

My parents were against it from the start, but I didn't listen.

Now, I'm facing the consequences of my own actions.

I was so foolish!

Mom and Dad, I'm sorry, Melinda has been unfilial.

I let you down after all these years of teaching, and I was deceived by Lawrence.

The river breeze blew, making me shiver, but it couldn't compare to the coldness in my heart.

I couldn't hold it in any longer and broke down, squatting on the ground and crying.

"Don't cry, wipe your tears!"

Accompanied by a familiar, cool voice, a distinct hand handed me a gray handkerchief embroidered with trees.

Just like its owner, tall and cool.

I didn't expect to see Christopher again so soon.

Not long ago, I had a falling out with him, secretly hoping we'd never meet again.

Now, here I was, making a fool of myself in front of him again. I felt so embarrassed, my already painful heart felt even worse.

Then, the more I wiped my tears, the more they flowed. I didn't take his handkerchief because I used my sleeve instead, but the more I wiped, the more tears came. The more tears, the more I wiped.

I wiped so hard that I guessed the area around my eyes must have turned red. Christopher was probably laughing at me in his mind, how embarrassing.

I'm already in so much pain, why does Christopher have to see me in such a pathetic state?

It's like even God is against me.

"Waaah." I cried!

Christopher bent down slightly, squatting in front of me, his deep eyes looking at me, shaking the handkerchief in his hand, "Are you made of water? So many tears, stop crying, Melinda!"

My face turned red.

With red-rimmed eyes and a stubborn neck, I refused, "You're the one made of water, mind your own business! I want to cry, it's none of your business. Didn't you say you wouldn't meddle anymore?"

I was prepared for him to retort again. After all, I had already cried and embarrassed myself. If he scolded me again, I would just cry even more in front of him.

I'm already so miserable, what's wrong with crying if he bullies me again!

This time, Christopher didn't say anything. He just looked at me deeply, then sighed and stuffed the handkerchief into my hand, pulling me up, "If you keep crying, more people will gather around, and you'll be like an animal in a zoo."

I looked around and saw some people glancing over.

Although there was still some distance, I had specifically chosen a less crowded place to call Vance to avoid being overheard.

But I probably cried too loudly just now, and people heard.

I felt a bit embarrassed and stood up, trying to act like nothing was wrong, "I'm fine now, you can go."

I just didn't want him to see me in such a sorry state.

"I was asked to look after you, I can't just leave!" Christopher glanced at me, "Get up, let's leave here first."

Hearing him say he was asked to look after me, I was puzzled.

At that moment, my phone suddenly beeped with a message.

"Melinda, how are you? Vance said you seemed off and was worried something might happen to you. I had no choice but to ask someone to check on you. Did the person I sent arrive?"

It was a message from Paula.

But I never expected that the person Paula sent would be Christopher. It's my fault, I forgot to tell her about the unpleasant encounter with Christopher.

Paula probably thought that since Christopher had helped me before, he was reliable.

"Paula asked you to look after me, now that you've seen me, you can leave!" I was still angry with him, so my tone wasn't good.

But because I had just cried, my voice had a bit of a nasal tone, probably making it sound less threatening.

So I glared at Christopher fiercely, "I don't need your help! Hmph!"

"Now you can be fierce with me, but why are you so weak and easy to bully with that hypocrite Lawrence? Do you think I want to help you? I'm afraid if I leave, you'll cry again, and people will think I made you cry.

I don't want to take that responsibility!"

His words were harsh.

But they were typical of Christopher.

I told myself, I'm used to it, used to it!

But my chest heaved with anger.

I was clearly being kind, but he had to have a mouth that hurt people.

If it weren't for not wanting to be watched like a monkey, I wouldn't go with him.

"Hmph! Fine, let's go!" I angrily prepared to leave quickly.

But after a few steps, a slender hand grabbed my wrist. Christopher's hand was really big, my wrist was too thin, and with a light squeeze, my wrist was completely enveloped in his palm.

I frowned.

Trying to struggle.

Christopher said leisurely, "You want to sneak away and cry alone again? Then you must come with me today, I promised Paula to get you home safely!"

I saw the determination in his eyes.

He wasn't using much force, but I couldn't break free, and it even hurt a bit.

"I won't hide, I'll go with you, it hurts!" I looked at him with red eyes, it really hurt a bit.

Seeing my tearful eyes, he probably thought I was crying from the pain, frowned, and instinctively let go, pointing to the Maybach parked by the roadside not far away, "Get in the car!"

Fine!

Since I had to go with him anyway, I didn't hesitate and got in the car.

At first, I didn't want to talk to Christopher at all.

As long as I didn't speak, he wouldn't have a chance to use his sharp tongue on me.

But I couldn't help it!

Because...

"Ah... turn. Turn, turn left."

That moment almost scared my soul out of me.

Christopher's car almost grazed the car next to us, and there was an electric bike squeezing through, almost touching the bike's body.

"Melinda, be quiet!" Christopher warned in a low voice.

"If you were a better driver, I wouldn't need to say anything! If you can't drive, you should have said so!"

I was a bit nervous, instinctively grabbing the handle inside the car.

Christopher looked at me and scoffed, "You don't need to act like that, I'm just not familiar with the roads here. I have a license, but it's an international one!"