“Darling, come on in. Dinner’s getting cold. Just ignore those crazy people.” As I was standing at the window and staring down, Christopher pulled me back into the house and shut the door.
I shook his hand off and sat beside Sabrina, who couldn’t hold back her laughter. She slammed her hand on the table and declared, “It was my idea. That was satisfying, right? Hurry, feed me now!”
“Ha!” I laughed along with her before pointing at the hickey on Christopher’s neck. “Did you do that?”
Sabrina hurriedly shook her head in denial. “Of course not. I’m not bold enough to do that. I don’t mind offering my idol a kiss, but I’m going to get myself a boyfriend soon. So I can’t do that to my future husband.”
Christopher sat in his chair and leaned over, gesturing for me to feed him the crab. “I pinched my neck and scratched my chest. It was really hard. I demand a reward.”
I poked his forehead gently before helping him to remove the crab shell. As I fed him a mouthful of crab meat, I asked, “If my dad suddenly shows up to demand an explanation, what will you do?”
“What do you want me to do?” Christopher threw the question back to me.
Glancing at his amused expression, I knew I couldn’t lie to him. Back then, Nathan slandered me to clear the rumors of Crystal being a homewrecker. Christopher was smart enough to guess that we were at odds.
Nathan wasn’t worried that I’d be fooled by other men. His first thought would be using me to increase the Tanner family’s profit.
Hence, he called me and ordered me to make the necessary introductions, as he wanted to get the most out of the situation.
I glowered at Christopher. “It’s up to you. It doesn’t concern me at all.”
After Sabrina finished dinner and successfully got Zachary’s phone number, she left happily. Her lips were curved into a pleased grin when she left. I had only met Zachary a few times, but he struck me as a nice and dependable man. I knew Sabrina would be happy with him.
That night, we did our usual bedtime activity. I flung my arms around Christopher’s neck and forced him to talk about the twins.
Christopher proceeded to ravage me. After our intimate session, he caressed my swollen lips and said, “I don’t even remember what they look like. We barely even held hands. Nothing happened.”
I knew I was being unreasonably jealous. Pouting, I replied, “But they’re still your lovers in name, right?”
“No!” Christopher was about to go to bed. However, he changed his mind after seeing how stubborn I was. He reached out to grab a condom, but the box was empty. His brows furrowed at the discovery. Still, he pounced at me and forced my legs open.
“Hey, we’ve run out of condoms. You can’t do this.” I was panting as I tried to stop him from proceeding.
“It’s fine. You’re mine, anyway.” Christopher trailed kisses down my nape and touched my cheek gently.
I had one concern, though. “Christopher, I don’t want to get pregnant before I get married,” I told him firmly.
After hearing what I had to say, Christopher glanced at me without stopping his roaming hands. Suddenly, he lifted me up and turned me around so I was facing the window. I could sense how desperate he was judging from his heavy pants.
Bitterness washed over me instantly. I avoided his lips when he tried to kiss my cheek.
If I got pregnant before getting married, what will the others think of me? Will they think I’m someone who resorts to despicable means in order to marry into the Lane family?
Christopher had always cared for my feelings. I had stated my reluctance, but he refused to stop. Are all men the same? They won’t treasure you once they get bored with you.
