when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher)

CHAPTER 68

Chapter 68 Did you have sex with him?

I know he wasn’t joking.

I didn’t want to disturb Elissa by coming up, so I compromised, “Get it.”

Elissa and Cecil performed the same actions before I went downstairs. She wrapped me in a long down jacket and put a hat on my head.

“Don’t think I’m exaggerating.”

Elissa prodded my head, saying, “It’s windy now, and it’s easy to get a headache later.”

“Okay, you’re the best.”

She meant well for me, so after agreeing repeatedly, I casually changed into a pair of shoes and went downstairs.

Christopher’s gaze was deep as he watched me exit the unit building. “Why are you wearing so much? Are you sick?”

“Do you care about me?”

I found that I had lost the ability to talk to him properly.

Even if he wasn’t aware of my pregnancy, he should have inquired about my injury yesterday to see if he truly cared.

about me.

Regardless of the severity, a car hit me.

Christopher said, “Do you have to speak so strangely?”

I didn’t want to say too much, so I got to the point, “What do you call me down for?”

It was late at night, and I didn’t want to talk about trivial things with him.

He frowned. “Why don’t you wait for me?”

I met his gaze coldly. “Why should I wait for you?”

And I was also glad that I wasn’t foolish enough to wait for him.

It had been five or six hours since I left the hospital.

Naturally, he could still ask me why I hadn’t waited for him.

He seems to think that I should always wait for him to turn back at the designated spot.

Christopher was not a good–tempered person after all, and he sneered, “You’re in such a hurry to leave with him?” Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

It took me a moment to realize who the “him” he mentioned was.

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He was referring to Cecil. I had to admit that he was good at shifting blame.

I took a deep breath of the cold night air and indifferently said, “Say what you want. I’m going up.”

With that, I turned and walked away.”

“Hope.”

Suddenly, he took two big steps towards me from behind, pulling me into his arms. “It’s my fault. Don’t be angry,

okay?”

I felt a kind of unprecedented powerlessness as he held me blankly in his arms.

After a while, I reluctantly lifted my lips and said wearily, “Why would I be angry? Christopher, I’m not angry. I’m just thoroughly disappointed, not angry.”

I used to become angry because I hadn’t come to terms with his partiality, and I hadn’t accepted that he didn’t truly love me. Every time, I was greatly shocked and at a loss for words.

But not anymore. No matter what he did or chose, I accepted the fact that he is biased and doesn’t have me in his

heart.

After saying that, I wanted to break free from his embrace, but he held onto my waist tightly, and with a low, magnetic voice, he said, “I shouldn’t have been so harsh on you yesterday, let alone hit you.”

“Shouldn’t you have hit me?”

I smiled wryly, but my eyes were cold. “It’s okay, Christopher. Your slap was just right.”

It shattered all the affection between us.

It shattered all of the fantasies I had about the young white man in my memories.

He seemed to understand my indifference, suddenly panicking and hugging me tighter. He said tensely, “Are you blaming me?”

“Yes.”

I admitted it without hesitation.

But my resentment has nothing to do with him hitting me or scolding me.

It’s just that he didn’t understand, so he apologized in a deep voice, “I’m sorry.” She’s not well. The miscarriage has had a big impact on her. I was in a moment of desperation.”

I nodded with a half–smile. “Is it me who drags her into the busy street? She was the one who drew me in, Christopher. Don’t you see with your own eyes? And yet, you’re asking me?”

“So I’m here to apologize to yod. He continued.

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“Will I have to accept your apology?”

I found it ridiculous. “Her miscarriage is her own doing. She brought it upon herself! She should be grateful that I

don’t hold her accountable!”

His heart was indeed biased. He grabbed the back of my head, forcing me to look directly at him. His expression. darkened, and his eyes filled with a chilling malevolence. “She has her faults, but she also pays the price for losing a baby because of it.”

“And what about me? Do I deserve to have a car hit me?” I refused to show weakness, staring at him intently!

“Aren’t you just lively and jumping around tonight?”

He smirked coldly, his words dripping with sarcasm. “Did you also go stargazing?” You and he spent so long on the

mountain. Do you make love?”

The final few words struck me like a bomb. Uncertain of my source of strength, I abruptly escaped his grasp and retaliated with another slap, as if it was yesterday!

I roared, “Christopher! You make me sick!”

“What, are you just stargazing at him?” he hissed, sounding frosty.

My chest felt like it was about to explode with pent–up emotions, and I said clearly, “Enough! I say we’re done here! You can do whatever you want with her from now on, and you can’t control me either.”

He stared at me, his attitude strong. “What if I want to control you?”

I really wanted to ask him if he was okay.

But in the end, I just took a step back, saying with exhaustion, “Christopher, let’s not make things too embarrassing for the sake of Grandpa Valence.”

When I wanted to go upstairs, he grabbed my hand, his voice low. “You’re so insistent on divorce. Is it because of him, or something else?”

“It has nothing to do with Cecil. I really didn’t want to involve Cecil, especially since their families were close.

Seeing that I had nothing more to say, he stubbornly refused to let go, as if he wanted a definite answer.

I took a deep breath. “I made my decision when you rushed towards her yesterday.”

It turned out that my heart can turn cold in just a moment.

When I married him, I thought I would never be trapped in the Will you save your mom or save me dilemma in my lifetime.

. But

I didn’t expect to face something even more difficult than this dilemma: “Will you save your lover or save me?”

When the latter’s result is unsatisfactory, it is more devastating than the former, to the point where I can’t even find

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words to comfort myself.

Moreover, I paid a heavy price for his choice.

He fell silent for a moment, looking somewhat despondent but not regretful. “She still has a life in her belly. It’s not ast easy as it seems when someone hits you.”

My body stiffened, and I turned away from him, holding back the tears in my eyes.

‘Christopher, I’m pregnant too.”