Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 36

"Then you don't have to force yourself to get familiar! I, no, we can take a cab back!"

I couldn't help but suggest.

Christopher glanced at me sarcastically, "Don't worry, I value my life more than you do!"

His words instantly reminded me of the times he had saved me.

I couldn't refute his words, but I felt very annoyed.

"Christopher, no wonder you're single. Do others know how unpleasant you are to talk to?" I looked at him, sarcasm isn't hard.

And that wasn't enough, I had more to say.

"If you don't know how to get out of being single and how to please a girl, I can teach you. Besides being handsome, a man needs to be gentle and gentlemanly. Otherwise, just keep your previous cool image, talk less, or even not at all, and you'll attract more girls!"

Christopher laughed.

But his laughter sounded like he was provoked.

Well, my words were unpleasant but useful!

Unexpectedly, he suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road, then turned his head and looked at me with a sneer, "The gentleness and gentlemanliness you mentioned, is it like Lawrence?"

His eyes were full of blatant sarcasm.

When I said those words, I didn't expect Lawrence to catch the point, or maybe he caught a handle of mine and couldn't wait to mock me.

"Don't twist my words, you're really good at being sarcastic!"

Christopher looked at me with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Melinda, is it really sarcasm, or did I hit a sore spot, so you're uncomfortable and rejecting my words? You're just avoiding it!"

"It's clearly you who are unpleasant to talk to, what do you mean by hitting a sore spot, avoiding, what do I have to avoid?" I frowned, not understanding what he was getting at.

"Melinda, a marriage, Lawrence a liar, really made you stupid? You really don't understand what I mean?"

Christopher's eyes were sharp, staring at me intently, "Which of my words is not a fact? Since it's a fact, but you can't accept it, what does that mean?

It just means you're mentally fragile, and you can't listen to others' advice, and you're so stubborn."

"I speak unpleasantly, Lawrence speaks nicely, but he's just a sweet-talking snake that will bite you when you least expect it. Are you still infatuated with Lawrence, even after suffering the consequences? Are you still willing?"

"I..." I opened my mouth, wanting to say something.

Christopher didn't give me a chance to speak, continuing, "Then you are really beyond help. You're not eight, not even eighteen, the beautiful dream Lawrence wove for you has been shattered, and you still can't see reality.

Back then, you took Lawrence to meet your parents, they were better judges of character, and they advised you, but did you listen? Maybe they were too gentle with you, if I speak a bit more directly, and you still can't see reality and accept it, then I can only say you're beyond help."

"Do you want me to tell you that you're pure, sincere, and kind, so you don't know the evil in people's hearts, that's why you were deceived and used by Lawrence.

If you're still thinking like that now, that would make your parents in heaven disappointed."

Christopher stared straight at me, exuding an unquestionable aura, "Melinda, your parents are gone, they can't protect you anymore, you should grow up and learn to reflect. Think about it calmly.

Is it really that Lawrence's acting was too good, or did you notice the signs but still couldn't see reality, didn't think it through, and foolishly chose to believe him."

"I..."

My throat was inexplicably dry.

His words made me fall into deep thought.

A lot has happened recently, and I did notice that Lawrence had shown many flaws back then.

I know I was foolish and regretful.

But because of the loss of my child, such a painful consequence, I fell into immense pain, and my instinct to avoid harm made me choose to escape.

It seemed like this would make me feel better.

Moreover, my parents were the closest people to me, the ones who would never hurt or betray me.

When I heard Kyle's reminder, I didn't choose to believe him, instead, my heart leaned towards Lawrence.

Thinking about it, Kyle has been in the business world for so many years, seen all kinds of people, with such rich experience, how could he not see through Lawrence.

Kyle has never been someone who despises the poor and favors the rich, he is always gentle and polite to those at the bottom, upright and kind.

How could he be biased against Lawrence because of his family background, not liking Lawrence.

I was the one who was deceived.

Christopher was right to scold me.

He has helped me several times, even if it was for my parents' sake, he is definitely not someone who would hurt me.

Thinking carefully, a few years ago, when we were still living in the same house, although he occasionally retorted me, he always had a sense of propriety.

Why did I feel he was so annoying and excessive these few times, probably because he also saw my problem, so he tried to scold me awake.

Instead, I got angry at him, doubted his sincerity, and mocked him in return.

After figuring everything out, I looked up at him again, my eyes sincere, "Christopher, I'm sorry, I was ungrateful and said those things to you."

Christopher's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed because of my apology.

Instantly, I could feel his aura change, seeming much softer.

"You don't need to apologize, some of your words are not without reason!" Christopher looked at me, seemingly lost in thought, with a sigh of self-mockery, "I was too arrogant, a loser in love. I said you should reflect, but how am I any different!"

When he said this, I could even feel his low mood.

Even his eyes seemed to hide a trace of sadness.

For some reason, seeing him like this, I also felt a heavy heart.

I sensitively sensed that perhaps Christopher was also someone with a story, and a sad one at that.

He might have had someone he loved but couldn't have, causing him pain and confusion.

Actually, Christopher's excellence is obvious to all, I used to think that apart from his sharp tongue, he was excellent in every aspect, so what kind of person would he like?

It must be someone as excellent as him, a smart girl who could keep up with him!

I wanted to comfort him, looking at him sympathetically,

Then I met his eyes, he frowned, "Don't look at me like that? Feeling better now, want to take a walk?"

This time, the atmosphere between us seemed much softer, no longer so tense.

The breeze was gentle, and after his scolding, I did feel much clearer in my head.

I nodded, "Let's take a walk!"

At least, staying outside a bit longer, I wouldn't have to stay in that oppressive, camera-monitored house.

Walking side by side with Christopher, I could see his chiseled face and calm demeanor with a slight turn of my head.

The last time we met was at my parents' funeral, he was travel-worn, and in just over a year, he seemed much more mature.

He could see my issues at a glance, showing he was meticulous and insightful, does that mean if I ask him something, he could actually give me some constructive advice?