Christopher got up, leaned against the headboard and took out a cigarette. When he nodded at me, I passed him a lighter to light his cigarette. Smelling the faint scent of tobacco, I smiled. Although I hated it when Lyle smoked, I loved it when Christopher did it.
Perhaps it was because he looked exceptionally charming when he smoked. His fingers were long and well-defined, even more so than that of hand models. With the cigarette hanging between his lips, he took a small puff. Smoke lingered in the air while the cigarette glowed faintly, making him look extremely alluring.
“Why would you suddenly think of that?” Christopher took a few more puffs of the cigarette before kissing me.
Leaning against his shoulder, I said softly, “Molly told me some weird things. I have a feeling that Crystal will do something horrible. She can’t marry Lyle. No matter what, I still care about Sharon. She’s a lonely old woman stuck in a tough situation. Shouldn’t we do something about it?”
“Don’t worry, Lyle won’t marry Crystal. You’re underestimating Sharon. She’s been the head of the Smith family for so many years. Even though Wendy kept kicking up fusses, she still failed to gain any power. Do you think that she’ll be bullied by Crystal? Let’s just wait and see,” reassured Christopher with a smile as he poked my forehead gently.
“Fine. I’m the only one who can get bullied.” I shrugged helplessly. “I’m a dumb girl, while all of you are such cunning manipulators.”
Christopher lifted my chin and scrutinized me before pinching my chest. Despite the amused look in his eyes, he still feigned a serious look and said, “Yeah, when you were growing, everything went to your chests. I like it.”
I slapped his hands away and yelled, “Stop being a shameless rascal!”
“I’m doing this to my wife, so it’s fine,” Christopher smirked wickedly and buried his face in my chest. After a while, he raised his head and said, “I’m responsible for earning money, while you’re responsible for looking pretty. Isn’t that good?”
I kicked him, turned around and snorted unhappily. “I’m going to sleep now!”
“Fine! You can sleep while I continue,” said Christopher.
Continue with what? I was still thinking about his comment when he moved closer to me. Even though we had just done it earlier, he was still unsatisfied.
“Didn’t we just do it? You haven’t even rested for three minutes. Get off me!” Feigning anger, I turned around and chided him.
Grabbing that opportunity, he held my head and kissed me. He loved hugging me from behind. Every time we did this, he would be exceptionally excited.
While he panted, he said, “We only did it once that night when we met. A normal man has to do it twice after a break.”
Fine, he’s right. I had no choice but to stay in that awkward position while he thrust himself into me. While I kissed him, my mind wandered to other irrelevant thoughts. However, when Christopher discovered that I was daydreaming, he taught me a good lesson.
Unable to think about anything else, I could only accept his familiar advances.
It was already deep into the night. With our limbs entangled on the bed, a passionate night ensued.
In the middle of the night, I was jolted awake from my dream again. The nightmares kept plaguing my sleep, even though Christopher was right beside me.
I must be too stressed recently. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up and saw Christopher sleeping soundly. Stepping on the floor with my bare feet, I walked to the closet, opened it and took out the paintings.
When I had nothing to do, I would put the scraps together. After a while, the final painting was starting to take shape. I tidied the remaining scraps and started to piece them together.
Luckily, those people only tore the painting apart and did not dye them into a different color. Unknown to me, Christopher suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at me.
