Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 109

There was nobody out in the corridor when I exited the room. I had no idea where Christopher had sent the crowd but it suited me just fine. The feeling of cheating on my husband felt thrilling.

I smoothed the front of my dress and ensured that I looked prim and proper before striding into the hall. Even though our secret rendezvous were urgent and passionate, Christopher was always careful not to leave any traces of himself on me.

The party had already commenced by the time I arrived. I could smell the delicious scent of dinner wafting out from within. When I reached the entrance, Lyle was already standing there with a scowl on his face as he waited for me. “Where did you wander off to?” He barked impatiently. “We still have a toast to give! Do you have sh*t in your brain?”

“Yes, I do,” I replied serenely. “You. You’re always on my mind.” I was pleased with the way I retorted. Lyle attempted to belittle me so I went with the flow. My wit had astounded even myself.

Lyle shook with anger at my impertinence but somehow managed to have kept it under control as the dining hall was crowded. The most he was able to do was curse under his breath. If he were to do anything more than that, he would definitely make himself out to be a laughingstock.

“Let’s go and toast Mr. Ziegler,” Lyle muttered as he tugged on my wrist roughly. A bruise was going to appear on that spot, that’s for sure.

The hall was abuzz with chatter and the clinking of silverware and glasses. In it, I was forced to toast his business partner and act like Lyle’s loving wife. After the first round of drinks, I was feeling tipsy despite it being premium champagne.

It tasted sweet and harmless but had a powerful kick that manifested some minutes later. The dizziness soon became difficult to ignore, necessitating me to hold my head. Lyle merely frowned as he was worried that I would embarrass him in front of everybody. To remedy the situation, he took me out to the garden and procured a glass of juice from seemingly out of nowhere. “Have some juice, that will help with the dizziness.”

I took several sips and felt the overwhelming effects of the champagne diminishing a little. Leaning against a tree to remain upright, a gust of cold wind met my face and intensified my discomfort. The scene swam before my eyes. Even the sight of Lyle standing before me began to split into multiple copies of himself.

I shook my head vigorously in an attempt to ward off the effects of the champagne.