Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 115

Lyle drew a deep breath. I could feel the intense disappointment comically subduing the rage that grew rapidly. He looked like he was in agonizing pain.

Lyle stood rooted on the spot as he breathed deeply to will himself to calm down. Finally, he spoke in a relatively placid voice. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’ll live, unfortunately for you,” I replied bluntly.

“I really did not know what happened with the incident last night.”

Lyle tried to explain his side of the story to me but I was not in the mood to listen. However, at his insistence upon his innocence, I became convinced that he had no part in my ordeal. Lyle had a superiority complex as a result of being spoiled by me and Crystal. If he really had done it, he would not only have admitted to it, but he would also point an accusative finger at me, claiming that I was too salacious to have seduced Mr. Wilson for him to be interested in me.

He really did not do it. But does that mean that I should forgive him for everything else that he has done?

“I know you didn’t,” I replied shortly.

“You believe me?” Lyle asked joyfully.

“I do. Someone as shameless as you would admit to doing something as nasty as that, wouldn’t you?” I could not resist another jab as I opened up the thermos on my nightstand and helped myself to a drink. After a sip, I realized that it contained honey water. I usually did not enjoy plain water, so Christopher must have prepared this especially for me. I was determined to savor every last drop.

Lyle’s expression grew dark again. This man’s face changed quicker than a set of traffic lights during rush hour traffic. After a while, he strode over to sit next to me. With an arm around my waist, he spoke softly. “Eve, I’ve thought about it a lot last night. We have had too many misunderstandings between us. No matter what, we are still husband and wife. What say you that we leave the past behind and start anew?”

“Pfft!” I had not managed to swallow when he came up with that ludicrous proposition that I sprayed a mouthful of honey water all over Lyle’s face, as I descended into a coughing fit. The vibrations jarred my wounds which hurt so bad that I hastily covered my mouth to cease the coughing. Did he say this on purpose just to get me to choke on my drink?