Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 143

We were in a heated argument and would probably fight at any second. Nevertheless, both of us smiled and held in our anger in the end for the sake of Sharon. Later, Lyle ignored me and left to meet Crystal.

My phone vibrated for quite some time. I took it out and saw many missed calls from Christopher. Other than that, he sent me a few text messages, asking me to pick up my phone. As such, I immediately called him back.

“Eve, where are you? I’m at home, but you’re nowhere in sight. Why did you go out since your hand is injured?”

I was delighted and touched to hear him said that he was at home. I smiled and responded, “I’m in the hospital now. Why didn’t you give me a call before coming? I mean, I could have told you if you called beforehand.”

“Are you there to get your new medicine? Which hospital are you in now? I’ll come right away to pick you up,” Christopher said.

“I’m not here to get my new medicine. Grandma is admitted to the hospital, and I’m here to visit her. I might not go home tonight. Please don’t be mad at me,” I said gently, hoping that he wouldn’t be pissed off.

“Why do you have to stay overnight? Isn’t Wendy there? I mean, she’s Sharon’s daughter-in-law. Why isn’t she in the hospital?” As Christopher spoke in dissatisfaction, his tone also changed.

As such, I coaxed, “Sharon doesn’t like Wendy. Rumor has it that Wendy and Lyle’s dad had a shotgun wedding, and so Sharon was forced to agree on it. I’m sorry. If you’re alone tonight, you can hug my doll when you sleep. Is that okay?”

“Doll?” As if a thought flashed through his mind, Christopher burst into laughter and continued, “Perhaps I should prepare a life-size doll that looks just like you. Don’t you think it’s a great idea? I mean, I can order it for only a few hundred thousand. I promise that it will look exactly like you.”

I was rendered speechless, for even an idiot knew what the doll was. I pursed my lips and bellowed, “The real me is here, yet you want to buy a blow-up doll? My god, how tasteless you are!”

“Well, didn’t you ask me to hug a doll when I sleep? Why are you disgusted by my taste now? I have a good taste, or else I won’t have you, my darling,” Christopher answered smilingly.

“Say no more. I’ll never allow you to buy a blow-up doll. Imagine that I might think it’s a ghost when I wake up at night and see something that resembles me. It will be a nightmare. Besides, why don’t you buy a life-sized doll that looks like you and put it beside you?” I said coquettishly in purpose.