Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 221

Dreams were great. In there, Christopher explained everything to me. He was terribly worried too. How nice it would be if reality were the same. Silently, I wept. No one would know if I ever did that in a dream. I could cry to my heart’s content without having to care what anybody thought.

A pair of hands gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. It must be Christopher’s hands. They were so warm. I hoped I never had to wake up from this dream.

“Christopher… Christopher…” I called his name in between sobs as I buried myself in his arms.

I was soon awakened by the divine aroma of food. Rubbing my sleepy eyes, I sat up on the bed. Christopher was in front of the dressing table, smoking quietly. An orange-reddish glow flickered near his lips while the wisps of smoke shrouded his dark eyes, so much so that I could not catch the light in his orbs.

“Oh, you’re awake. I’ve prepared some food for you. Come eat.” Christopher stubbed out his cigarette and opened the windows, inviting the wind.

I got up from the bed, allowing my warm body to be exposed to the air. Christopher grabbed a thick garment from the wardrobe and put it on me. “It’s gotten cold recently. You should wear more layers.”

I touched the cotton-based top covering me. It was a Chanel product that was quite expensive. Basically, the designer outfits in the wardrobe were all supplied by Christopher. I had never purchased such high-end fashion for myself. The size fitted me just right, and the style suited my taste. He knew every inch of my body better than I knew myself.

Looking up at him, I was surprised to see how pale he was. I had not seen him in two days, yet he appeared as though he had not rested in a long time. Exhaustion loomed over him. There were dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and the stubble on his chin had clearly been overlooked.

Has he been that busy?

I got dressed, took a quick shower, and came to the dining table. A marvelous meal containing all my favorite dishes had been prepared. Christopher’s cooking skills were greatly improving. In the past, his food was either too salty or too bland; he sometimes added too much salt, and other times, not enough. Now, all the food he cooked was tailored according to what I like.

Is this a farewell feast? I helped myself to a piece of crab. and managed to dig up some crab roe. Christopher grabbed a porcelain bowl, his fair fingers holding onto the edge. So slender they were, much more eye-catching than the porcelain bowl in his hand.