I was very calm when I heard that news. After all, I had already witnessed what happened between Crystal and Lyle in the woods.
Crystal’s strategy was indeed very effective, for Lyle had called me so quickly. I guessed that they were either continuing their business in Crystal’s bedroom in the Tanner residence or a hotel because Crystal was purposely making noises for me to hear.
“Okay,” I whispered, “I’ll wait for you outside City Hall at eight tomorrow morning.”
“Yvonne, you… Forget it. See you tomorrow,” he said before quickly hanging up. He was probably afraid that I would want to continue getting involved with him. However, he miscalculated something. I had no intention to do so at all.
I smiled to myself, feeling unprecedentedly relaxed. Although I was slightly worried about the situation with Sharon, I could not spend my entire life with a man who did not love me.
Moreover, my love for him had long dissipated with time along with all the sorrows.
That night, I slept very peacefully. There were no nightmares, and I instead dreamt happy dreams. In the dream, there was no Lyle and Crystal. Instead, I was living happily with Christopher.
When I woke up, there was still a smile on my face. Although I could not remember what I dreamt of, I knew that I was satisfied and happy.
Sometimes, I did not know whether I would actually marry Christopher. However, I was greedy for his kindness toward me. Even though such a feeling was unfair toward Christopher, but it was all I had.
It was a little sad, yet lucky.
Since I missed him a lot, I then gave Christopher a call. If he were in front of me then, I would pounce on him and press my face into his chest, absorbing his warmth to fill up the coldness in my heart.
As the phone rang, I had thought that I would hear Christopher’s low and magnetic voice. However, I was disappointed, as a woman picked up the phone instead.
Christopher’s assistant was a man. Yet, the voice was beautiful and womanly. It was very pleasing to the ears and also sounded rather familiar.
“Hello, this is Christopher’s phone. May I ask why you’re looking for him?”
Immediately, I squeezed the phone tighter, my fingertips turning white from the force. There was an uncomfortable feeling in my heart the moment I remembered that it was Monica’s voice.
At that instant, I was afraid that she would make out my voice. It was a kind of innate inferiority that could not be removed.
“I’m looking for Mr. West. Is he there?”
There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Sorry, I think you got the wrong number.” Monica’s voice was gentle and generous and was neither eager nor slow. It carried the air of a noble lady.
I quickly hung up, my heart beating wildly as I put the phone down.
Christopher’s on a business trip, and Monica went to find him. Maybe it’s because of business, or maybe they coincidentally ran into each other. Right, that must be it. I desperately tried to make excuses for him in my mind, finding various reasons to conceal the panic I felt inside. However, only I knew exactly how sad I felt.
It was only six in the morning, yet his phone was with Monica. It was a very weird timing.
Afterward, as I washed my face, the cold water splashed into my eye, causing it to turn red. I raised my head and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.
I did not have time to think about the matter with Christopher, for I had to go to City Hall right then to find my freedom. Conveniently, I could also get out of that tragic marriage.
Just as I went downstairs and was about to hail a taxi, a Porsche suddenly appeared in front of me. The window rolled down, revealing Lyle’s haggard face.
His eyes were bloodshot, looking as if he had not slept the entire night. There were also dark circles under his eyes. He said hoarsely, “Get in the car. Let’s go there together.”
