A Night To Remember novel (Diane and Norman) novel Chapter 22

Chapter 22 Who Are You Dressed So Scantily For

“You lied to me just now.” Christopher stared down coldly at Diane, whose back felt cold as she pressed herself against the wall. He was referring to the moment she said at the beginning that she left with a friend for a chat.

Does this question matter very much? As she stared at Christopher’s stony face, Diane was somewhat scared deep down inside. Since she didn’t know what to say, she simply buttoned her lip with a timid look in her eyes. Christopher stared at the woman before him—she was rather small and petite compared to him. Then, as his eyes flickered at the hickey on her fair-skinned neck, he felt a surge of inexplicable irritation; he immediately took off his suit jacket and dragged her toward him.

Diane jumped, not knowing what Christopher was trying to do. The next second, she was wrapped in the suit jacket that still had his warmth with it.

“Remember…” As he clutched the suit jacket’s collar, he wrapped the suit jacket tightly around her exposed neck and shoulders. “Never lie to me in the future,” he said. Then, he grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the elevator.

Since Christopher was much taller than Diane, his suit jacket looked oversized and very funny on her. She trotted after him and asked, “Where are you going? The banquet isn’t over yet.”

“Home.” Christopher didn’t say a word more than necessary. He stopped in front of the elevator, causing Diane—who had failed to stop just in time—to bump into him from behind.

Is this guy carved out of stone? His body is so rigid, Diane thought to herself while she massaged her forehead. Just then, Christopher happened to look back and saw the aggrieved look on her face. “Throw this dress away when we go back.”

“No.” Diane shook her head resolutely. “I spent a fortune on it.”

“Just throw it away as I tell you to. Who are you dressed so scantily for?” Christopher growled between clenched teeth with his eyes ablaze. He had never felt so agitated because of what a woman wore, and this was his first time doing so.

Diane glared at Christopher for a long time before forcing out a reply. She said, “That’s too domineering of you, Christopher.”

On the other hand, Christopher stared fixedly at her without speaking. As they were locked in a standoff, the elevator door opened. Then, Christopher dragged her into the elevator; once inside, he wrapped his arm around her waist and clasped her to his chest without waiting for Diane to steady herself. “Don’t forget that you’re already a married woman.”

“What’s the big deal with that? We’re already years past the Middle Ages,” Diane retorted without thinking, her eyes alight with animated readiness for an argument.

Is this lady mocking me for being old-fashioned and pedantically minded? This is outrageous! Christopher thought to himself. Suddenly, he lowered his head and bit hard into that unbridled mouth of hers, grinding his teeth on her tender lips. “The Middle Ages are over, but your man is still alive and kicking—you’d better behave yourself. If you like to bare your body, you can do so to your heart’s content when we go back.”

Diane was rendered speechless. Christopher’s warm breath clung to her lips, teasing her until she couldn’t help trembling.

Ding! Only when the elevator stopped did Christopher let go of her. As she panted heavily, he dragged her all the way outside and into the car. “Drive home,” he ordered.

Since Christopher was in a very surly mood, the driver in the front seat didn’t dare to waste any time. He started the car, stepped on the gas, and drove away.

Diane, who sat next to him within the cramped space inside the car, didn’t dare to make a sound along the way. She felt that the man beside her was like a movable pack of dynamite that might blow her to pieces before she even realized it.

They reached home in dead silence. As soon as they got out of the car and entered the house, Christopher dragged her into the bedroom. “Clean yourself and take a bath for an hour before you come out. I don’t like someone else dirtying my stuff.”

Diane was lost for words, but Christopher left immediately after finishing his sentence; it left her gnashing her teeth in hatred over the obnoxious tone of his voice. “You egomaniac.” After snorting at him from behind, she took his suit jacket off her, found her clothes, and went to take a bath.

Meanwhile, Christopher had just reached his study when Scott Yellen, his assistant, called him. “May I speak to you, Mr. Wayne?”