Oh my God. I’m not even dressed yet. How could he just barge in? I stared at Spencer charging over and quickly wormed into my blanket. After making sure I was properly covered with nothing hanging out, I sighed in relief.
Christopher walked in hurriedly and slapped Spencer on the head. He wailed out in response. Like a rat that had just been caught, he was quickly thrown out. Finally, I was able to climb out of bed and put on some clothes.
During Crystal and Lyle’s wedding, Spencer had done nothing. Hence, I thought that he and she were nothing more than close friends that shared a passion for art. But now, it was clearly more than just friendship. If anything, his feelings for her seemed to have grown more intensely over the course of time.
Walking out of the room, I saw Spencer getting ready to charge over again. I quickly hid behind Christopher and said, “Calm down. Let’s talk like adults. Stop rushing over at me. If you do that again, don’t blame my husband for beating you up. In fact, I might even add a few extra kicks in.”
“Then tell me what is going on? Why is Crystal looking for me? What kind of terminal disease does she have? Is she really dying?”
“What? Who said she’s terminally ill? All I said was that she’s looking for you, so you should come back when you have the time.” My jaw dropped to the floor upon hearing Spencer’s questions.
“Huh?” It was Spencer’s turn to be surprised.
I rubbed the back of my head. I could not understand how my words were twisted into what Spencer had heard. “Wait, what’s going on?”
“Tell me exactly what you said on the phone yesterday,” Christopher turned to me and ordered. He seemed to have thought of something.
I repeated what I said in Angladurn. After hearing what I said, Christopher pulled me into his arms and started laughing out loud. Meanwhile, Spencer’s face looked particularly sour, as if having bit into a wedge of lemon.
I laughed dryly. Even if I was an idiot, I knew what was going on. Clearly, I had miscommunicated the message. I shrugged and said innocently, “Okay, fine. I admit that my Angladurn isn’t the best. Can’t fault me for it, can you?”
“What were you actually trying to say?” Spencer was pale from anger. I could tell that he wanted to just devour me whole right now. He leaned back against the couch and yawned. If he could just end me, all his anger would disappear in an instant.
“The painting that we made with Remington was accidentally destroyed by me. Now, we’re one painting short. We have about a week to paint a new one, and we can’t do it without you. So, please help us out. I’m so grateful that you rushed over here. Truly, thank you so much.”
Spencer looked at me, then back at Christopher. He stood up with a slap on the table and shouted, “F*ck off!”
“Hmm?” Christopher and I exchanged glances. We simultaneously put our hands on our hips and laughed. “Haha. You’ve already entered our territory. There’s no escape for you now.”
Then, I picked up a fruit knife on the table and handed it over to Christopher. Solemnly, he twirled it in his hands. He shifted the knife from his left hand to his right as he toyed with it.
Slowly, we made our way over to Spencer. “The only option here for you is to work on the painting.”
“What do you guys think you’re doing?” Spencer staggered back.
“What does it look like?” I laughed maniacally. For a moment, it felt like I was the antagonist of a big movie.
“D-Don’t go too far. If you come any closer, I’ll scream. Christopher, don’t think I’m afraid of you just because you can fight. You have no idea what I’m capable of when I get mad.”
The reason Spencer was so afraid was probably due to the trauma of him being beaten up by Christopher when he was younger.
“Scream all you want. You can scream your lungs out, but nobody will come to save you. Take out your pencil right now and start drawing. We’ll rush over to Remington’s house as soon as possible and invite him to join us.”
