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Chapter 12 The Pot Calling The Kettle Black

  • He then texted: You really suck at cooking.
  • I replied: So, will you cook for me again next time?
  • He did not reply for a long time. Just when I thought that I had been a bit too rude, he finally texted: If you eat my food, I'll have to eat you.
  • Rendered speechless, I replied: Haven't you already done that many times?
  • He then messaged: I have, but it's still not enough.
  • Not enough...
  • I laughed and texted back: You're the incapable one, but you're blaming it on me?
  • He immediately replied: I was just afraid that you would get tired. Otherwise, I can guarantee that you won't be able to get out of bed for three days.
  • This guy and his dirty talk. Merely reading his messages caused my face to heat up.
  • For the next few days, we continued to maintain such conversations via text. Every time we finished texting, I would always delete the chat records in case Lyle saw them.
  • However, Christopher never came again, and I assumed it was because he was busy.
  • Two days later, he suddenly sent me a location and texted: Come out.
  • After clicking it open, I realized that the location was the park near my home. Why did he go there? To take a stroll?
  • Just as I was hesitating whether or not to go, a new WhatsApp message came in. It read: Hurry up. It's hot.
  • Hot? It's winter now...
  • I replied: What's hot?
  • He messaged back: My heart.
  • A little confused, I then texted back: Huh?
  • He replied: I want you. There was a pitiful-looking emoticon at the end of the message.
  • I had to admit that he was really good at flirting.
  • Without hesitation, I put on a random coat and headed out. After all, Lyle would not be back that early.
  • When I got there, he was sitting at a pavilion in the park. Dressed in a black suit and a white shirt, he looked a bit tired with ruffled hair and his tie casually pulled aside.
  • As soon as he saw me, he broke into a smile and stood up. Stretching his hands out, he said warmly, “Come here, Eve.”
  • Eve!
  • I was stunned for a moment, feeling touched. Other than my parents, he was the only one who called me that. Even Lyle only called me Yvonne.
  • As though I was possessed, I obediently walked over and put my hand in his.
  • His palms were large, while his fingers were pale and thin. Gently but firmly, he then pulled me into his arms.
  • He seemed to have had a bit to drink but still appeared to be sober. “I missed you so much, Eve.”
  • Upon hearing his slightly hoarse voice, my heart skipped a beat. “What's wrong? Did something happen?”
  • Without even realizing it myself, I was overcome by a strong urge to care for him.
  • He hugged me tightly, his chin resting on my head as he replied softly, “I'm fine. Just a little tired.”
  • I was slightly relieved at that. “If you're tired, then go back, take a bath, and sleep well. Why'd you come over here?”
  • He suddenly smiled and asked, “Are you reprimanding me? Feeling sorry for me?”
  • I was taken aback by his question. Indeed, I felt sorry for him, although I did not even notice when I started to have such feelings.
  • I knew that we were playing with fire. I haven't even gotten myself out of the situation with Lyle, so how can I get involved with Christopher too?
  • Conflicted, I pushed him away, trying to keep a distance from him while not making it too obvious.
  • However, he pulled me back again and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was so passionate that I almost melted in his arms.
  • I noticed that it was different from his previous kisses. Although it was just as intense as before, this one was a little more desperate. It was as though he found a bottle of water when he was dying of thirst.
  • He held me tightly in his arms as we made out, and soon, I was out of breath. With the remaining strength left in me, I reached out to push him away.
  • It was slightly embarrassing that I was defeated by a mere kiss when we finally met up.
  • A long while later, Christopher let go of me reluctantly and licked my lips. He then shot me a charming smile.
  • Meanwhile, I slumped in his arms, gasping for breath weakly.
  • He carried me and sat back on the bench. “I said you wouldn't be able to get out of bed for three days, didn't I?”
  • Tsk, he really holds grudges.
  • Just as he leaned in for another kiss, I raised my hand to block him. “Don't. Others will see.”
  • Pulling my hand away, he said, “Who would come here so late at night? I wouldn't either if it weren't to eat you.”
  • I was speechless at his words.