A Night To Remember novel (Diane and Norman) novel Chapter 49

Chapter 49 Love Dictated His Mood

The moment those words left his mouth, he pressed his lips to Diane’s pale, trembling lips once again. His fierce kiss was like a storm that instantly rained down on Diane, drowning her in the process. Meanwhile, she was immobilized from being pinned down on the couch by Christopher’s large frame. She couldn’t move and had no leeway at all, so the only thing she could do was to let him do as he wished.

Soon, her clothes were ripped off her. His hands roamed across her body, devoid of any warmth or gentleness like blocks of ice. Wherever he touched felt chilly, and she would shiver inadvertently.

After struggling for a bit, Diane no longer had the strength to continue the fight, but just as she was about to give up struggling and accept her fate, Christopher’s phone suddenly rang from where it was on the table.

The man above her froze, and then he picked up the phone.

“What is it, Queenie?”

The moment that his mood changed, an unstoppable dull ache hit Diane’s heart.

“It’s all right. There’s nothing to be afraid of, and I’ll be there soon.”

Compared to his earlier violence against Diane, the man was a completely different person when it came to Queenie. He proved that steel could turn into silken softness.

Christopher continued to pin her down, and the suffocating feeling in Diane’s heart was intensifying. Taking advantage of his lapse in attention as he answered his phone, she shoved Christopher hard.

“Miss Hayworth is looking for you. You should go over,” Diane coldly reminded him. Christopher glanced at her, and then he actually eased up.

As she breathed a sigh of relief, Diane felt sorrow and self-deprecation.

Considering how she urged her own husband to spend the night with another woman, there was probably no one else in the world who was less of a wife than she was. Indeed, this marriage should come to an end.

After all, wouldn’t it be a terrible sin to ruin their happiness?

A self-mocking smile appeared on Diane’s lips, but she didn’t say anything. She sat up and tidied her clothes which had been ripped off by Christopher.

Christopher stood before Diane; he was tidying his own clothes when his gaze swept over her absent-mindedly.

When he caught sight of Diane’s self-deprecating smile, his eyes darkened. As he picked up his phone from the table, he said, “Queenie woke up from a nightmare. I’m going to see her, so come with me.”

Diane’s hands stiffened while she was buttoning up her clothes, and she lifted her head to stare at Christopher. After a long moment, she finally said with an insincere smile, “Are you not afraid of ruining the mood by bringing this lowly wife of yours along when you’re visiting another woman?”

Christopher looked at her, his eyes devoid of emotion. “The nurse that Scott got a few days ago isn’t all that good, and he can’t find another decent one on such short notice. Just put up with it for a few days.”

At those words, Diane’s forced smile froze as well.

“You’re saying that I’m to serve her instead?”

“You’re supposed to care for her,” Christopher corrected her and said, but his expression was icy with an undercurrent of a threat.

“Hah!” Diane couldn’t stop herself from chuckling coldly. “I’ve only met Miss Hayworth twice. Aren’t you worried that I’d end up making her condition worse under my care?”

What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she stifle her anger? Why did she suddenly become like a prickly porcupine when she should be putting a lid on her emotions and going along with his whims?

Forget it. I should stop arguing with him, Diane thought after a myriad of thoughts rushed through her mind. Before Christopher could speak again, she lowered her head and quickly said, “If you’re making me go, then I will. She did take a bullet for me, after all. I’ve got nothing else to say about that, for this is something I should do.”

“As long as you know it.”

The quick change in attitude didn’t make Christopher change his own; his expression was as icy as ever, and his tone was still as harsh.

Having said that, he turned and left. Diane straightened out her clothes and took a deep breath before following him out the door.

They both took the same car to the hospital, but neither of them spoke along the way. Christopher was solely focused on driving, and his gaze was fixed on the road ahead. Meanwhile, Diane sat in the back. She looked outside without making a sound as well; this continued until they reached their destination. After alighting from the car, Christopher walked into the hospital with hasty steps. Diane had to jog to keep up with him.