I stopped what I was doing for a moment upon hearing Monica’s name. We had only met for a short moment but I could tell that the Lane family really liked her.
Especially Christopher’s parents, who were exceptionally satisfied with her.
Even though Darius didn’t try to stop Christopher and me from dating each other, I could tell that he didn’t approve of us. He just didn’t want to stop us.
Still in a daze, the bowl in my hands fell onto the ground and shattered. I quickly bent down to pick the broken pieces up but I accidentally cut myself.
“Ouch!” I stood up instantly and my vision darkened when I saw the blood dripping down.
Christopher heard me and walked over to take my hand. “How careless of you,” he said.
“I’ve always been stupid. It’s not the first time this has happened.” My lips twisted into a pout and I was about to tidy up the mess I made.
However, he quickly stopped me and said, “Don’t move. I’ll do it.”
Christopher bent down and cleaned up the place before picking me up in his arms. I couldn’t even react to it as he walked out of the kitchen and all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck.
“What are you doing? Put me down!”
“You’re injured so of course, I have to carry you.” He continued to hold me in his arms as he sat down on the couch. He then put my bleeding finger in his mouth before wrapping a band-aid over it.
“It’s my finger that’s hurt, not my leg. Besides, it’s only a tiny cut. I’m not that fragile.” I withdrew my hand and applied the band-aid properly.
Christopher immediately took my hands again and said, “I’m happy to spoil you. I’m going to spoil you even if you’re not happy with it.”
His words were domineering, but why was I feeling so happy? I was just an ordinary woman with no ambitions or dreams to be a lady boss. All I wanted was a family and a man who would love and pamper me.
I watched him hold my hand as he examined the band-aid on my finger. My gaze landed on his side profile and it looked as though it was God’s most flawless work.
I tugged on his sleeves and asked softly, “Christopher, your family really likes Monica, right? What kind of a woman is she?”
He looked at me and seeing that I was being so careful with my words, he patted my head and answered, “You’re overthinking again. I have told you that she’s a family friend. We know each other well because our families meet from time to time.”
“But I noticed that your family really likes her. She looks pretty and is so outstanding. She’s so poised and sophisticated no matter what she does. Both of you are a perfect match for each other.”
I was just an ugly duckling compared to her. Christopher and I weren’t in the same league at all.
Hearing that, he flicked my forehead and said, “If my family likes her, then it’s their business, not mine. I only see her as my little sister. Besides, it is my business as to whom I will be marrying and having kids. It’s none of my family’s concern at all.”
“But…” I was still feeling troubled.
His face darkened suddenly and he asked seriously, “Did my brother say something? That bas*ard! How dare he sprout nonsense to you. I’ll have to give him a good beating when I go back. It’s been so long since I last fought him. I wonder if he remembers how it feels to be bullied by his little brother.”
I couldn’t imagine how it would be if Christopher fought with the mayor of Avenport. It was scary just to think about it. Darius had more of a scholarly vibe. He wasn’t as sharp or tough as his brother so he would probably lose miserably.
“That’s not it. Darius was really nice and he didn’t say any nonsense nor did he give me money and threatened me. All he did was treat me to a cup of coffee and give me his phone number, telling me that I can go to him if I have trouble.”
“What? He gave you his phone number? He’s definitely planning something. Delete it now!” He then looked around, looking for my phone and he said while rolling up his sleeves, “I’ve gotta fight him.”
I didn’t know how to react to his words as I reached out to stop him. “Don’t do anything rash, Christopher. Darius is a good person. Don’t bully him just because you’ve gone through training in the force.”
Christopher was utterly amused at my panicked look. “You’re not thinking that Darius is just a defenseless scholar, are you? He hasn’t lost a fight since he was young and had even gotten third place in a mixed martial arts tournament in the army.”
