Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 136

He what? I turned around and widened my eyes at him. My goodness! A yacht has got to cost millions. Did he just say he drilled a hole in it so that he could watch fireworks with me?

“You’re really frivolous with money, aren’t you? We’re talking about a yacht that potentially costs millions or more! My goodness!” I covered my face in dismay.

“Nothing ever comes close to you,” Christopher raised a brow as he replied. I realized that he really liked doing that, but for some reason, I thought it looked good on him. His upturned lips, paired with the affectionate gaze and a raised brow were enough to make any woman fall for him.

“Why? Do you find me that dazzling? Are you captivated by your future husband again?” Christopher noticed that I was ogling at him and teased me.

“You wish.” I pursed my lips, refusing to tell him that he looked really good.

That night, when the fireworks show came to an end, I was no longer crouching alone in the corner of the house but was encircled in Christopher’s embrace instead. I could feel his lips exploring mine as we were locked in a passionate exchange. He tasted of lingering tobacco, and rich red wine.

I did not drink any wine, but the taste of wine in his mouth was enough to beguile me as I drowned in the sweet sensation.

A wave of apprehension hit me, as it had multiple times before—a painful reminder of the yawning gap in between us. He was bright like the sun, bringing light and hope to everyone around him. On the contrary, I was nothing more than scrubby tufts of grass which survived upon the glory of his light.

However, I could not seem to find the strength to cut him out of my life. He was addictive, and a single touch was enough to set me rolling back to his side. With his family background, wealth and power, he should be with a woman leaps and bounds ahead of me. I had nothing to show for.

My inferiority complex was eating me inside out, and the only thing I could do as I stood there on the luxurious yacht was to hold on tightly to the man beside me because I did not have a clue if he would just disappear if I let him go.