Second Chance: Marrying into Wealth Chapter 55

In the past, when shopping with Paula, Paula would occasionally pull her to look at handsome guys on the street and sometimes comment on how sexy their Adam's apples were.

However, none seemed to compare to Christopher's.

Especially when the car window rolled up, leaving a slight gap, and a faint sunlight sneaked in, shining right on his Adam's apple, making it even more prominent and sexy.

Christopher suddenly looked up and glanced at me.

I felt like I was caught immediately, awkwardly and guiltily shifting my gaze away, my ears turning red with nervousness.

Did he really notice me sneaking a peek at him?

Christopher, however, had already looked away and asked the driver to stop the car.

I didn't understand what he was going to do, but I didn't mind waiting.

However, after he got out of the car, he went straight to a pharmacy. Could it be that he wasn't feeling well?

I remembered he had stomach issues before. Could it be that he delayed his meal to take us?

I couldn't help but feel a bit touched and a bit guilty, lowering my head.

"Ms. Turner, do you also think Mr. Collins talks less? That's just his personality; he's like that at work too. But Mr. Collins is really a good person."

The driver suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the car.

It also pulled me out of my self-blame.

I nodded. He is very good, indeed, very good to me.

The driver was pleased with the acknowledgment, showing that he cared quite a bit about Christopher.

The driver's topic seemed to open up, and he couldn't help but continue, "I knew you would think that.

Otherwise, Mr. Collins wouldn't have rushed to the police station as soon as he heard you were arrested for fighting, even changing his plans on the spot.

Don't be fooled by Mr. Collins's quiet demeanor, seeming indifferent to everything. When it comes to people he truly cares about, he becomes very anxious and proactive. You should be well aware of this."

The driver was like a fan of Christopher, constantly praising him.

He kept saying I should be well aware, but how would I know?

I've only been with Christopher for a short time, nowhere near as long as the driver.

However, the driver said Christopher rushed over.

Something seemed to flash in my mind, but just as I tried to grasp it, it disappeared, just missing it!

"Come here!"

At that moment, Christopher got back in the car with a bag of medicine and tossed it directly into my lap.

Yes, he tossed it directly.

But it didn't hurt me.

I was puzzled.

The bag contained iodine, cotton swabs, band-aids, and other items for treating small wounds.

Christopher sneered lightly, seemingly thinking I was being silly, and reminded me, "For the wounds on your face from the fight, or do you need me to help you?"

"Ah, no, I'll do it myself!"

I belatedly remembered that during the fight with Clara, I was scratched by her nails and even hit on the face.

However, I wouldn't dare trouble Christopher.

I couldn't even imagine the scene of Christopher, this cold man, applying medicine for me.

He probably doesn't know what gentleness is, and it would definitely hurt!

I applied the medicine using the car's mirror.

The wound was light, and with another change or two of band-aids, it wouldn't leave a mark.

Soon, the car arrived at my apartment complex. Before getting out, I thought for a moment and still thanked him, "Mr. Collins, thank you for today."

Christopher's face darkened because of my words.

I felt the air seem to cool down.

I was a bit puzzled.

Could it be that thanking him and saying goodbye was wrong?

Or maybe men's thoughts are just as changeable, and I couldn't quite understand him.

After getting out of the car, it drove off quickly, just like Christopher's mood change.

I withdrew my gaze and walked home!

After all, there was still a scene to act out at home.

Sure enough, when I opened the door, Lawrence was already home. He immediately came up to me.

"Melinda, you're back." Lawrence spoke first and habitually tried to give me a hug.

I directly ignored him and walked inside.

Lawrence's face stiffened, then he followed me step by step.

This clearly showed he knew about the fight with Clara.

But what was he trying to do? Confront me? Or clean me up for Clara?

But looking at him, it didn't seem like it.

If I took the initiative to clean up Lawrence and beat him up, it would be justified. After all, I met Clara, and she provoked me with those vicious words. Isn't it normal for me to hit her?

I went inside, changed my shoes, took a shower, and changed clothes.

Lawrence tried to speak several times, but I ignored him.

Until he couldn't hold back anymore and tried to hold my hand, "Melinda, don't ignore me, okay? Let's talk."

"Slap."

I slapped Lawrence's hand away, looked at him coldly, and sarcastically said, "Talk about what? Are you here to demand an explanation for Clara? Or are you going to help Clara beat me up to vent her anger?"

"Melinda, you misunderstood. How could I do such a thing?" Lawrence's eyes flashed, and he hurriedly denied it.

But his response meant he admitted knowing about the fight with Clara, which also meant he was in contact with Clara.

"Lawrence, really? How much of your words can I believe? Now I don't know which of your words are true and which are false.

Don't forget, you promised not to contact Clara anymore, but not only did you contact her, when I met Clara and fought with her, the first person she thought of contacting was you. Did Clara complain to you and express her grievances?

Why did she dare to do that? Because you gave her the opportunity, letting her know she could rely on you. You've been deceiving me all along. Am I such a foolish and cheap person?

I've been deceived by you so many times, and I truly regret it!"

As I spoke, I felt both angry and wronged.

Three parts genuine emotion, seven parts acting.

"Melinda."

"Don't call me!" Lawrence even looked up, showing a pitiful expression.

His appearance was youthful, and now, although mature, once he showed a pitiful expression, it would evoke a protective instinct, making people unconsciously want to forgive him.

It was also because of his face that I fell in love with him at first sight.

They say love at first sight is just being attracted to looks, and it's not entirely untrue.

"Don't show me that expression, Lawrence. It makes my heart ache, makes me feel cold, do you know that?" I pounded my chest, glaring at him with eyes full of fire, "I was ready to forgive you, but what are you doing every time, why do you always disappoint me.

Didn't you say you blocked Clara's contact and wouldn't have any more interactions? If that's true, why did she dare to provoke me so fearlessly?

Clara, a mistress, such arrogance, why does she have that confidence? Isn't it because you gave it to her? You still don't admit you haven't cut ties with her, do you?"