Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 222

I thought I would be chasing after his shadow as I had done during the day, begging him not to leave. But I had barely made my way out the door when I saw him hastily making his way back. To my dismay, I could not stop myself in time for I was running too fast. I fell into his arms when our bodies collided.

He had a firm chest, as solid as a rock, so when I bumped into him — nose first — the pain caused me to tear up. I pounded his chest with all my might, crying at the same time. “You think you’re all that just because you have sturdy pecs? You think you can have your way with other people?”

He gripped my hand. Then, like a hawk who had caught its prey, he brought me inside and tossed me on the bed. He barked at me, “Yvonne, you idiot! Do you want to piss me off? Is that it?”

“Yeah? So what if I do? You’re a jerk, a stupid jerk!” Following my aching nose, tears flowed down my cheeks as a way to conceal the pain in my heart. “You think you’re pissed? I’ve been pissed for longer than you have!”

I let you stay with me. I turned a blind eye when you got engaged to another woman. I allowed you to pretend not to know me when we crossed paths. Urgh, I want to bite you! I kept cursing him in my mind as I bit on his fingers, face, and neck. However, Christopher was no pushover. With his finger tightly gripping my waist, he started tearing at my clothes, biting my lips harshly whenever he could.

Something like this could easily lead to another. I longed for his touch, for him to hug me, so much so that I deliberately rubbed myself onto him. He’s obviously mine. Why should I give him up? I know I’m cheap. If someone treats me well, I want them all to myself.

But this was Christopher we were talking about. He has always been kind to me. If I could put aside my dignity for two years, as I did for Lyle, why can’t I do it for Christopher? Why can’t I strive to make him mine?

I soon felt something hard poking my lower abdomen. Christopher had me pressed on the bed. Despite this compromising position, I was indignant. I turned over so that he was under me. But, for once, I was too aggressive, and both of us rolled onto the floor.

He cushioned my fall, so I was fine. When I was on top of him, I extended an arm to grab hold of his belt. I fiddled with it but to no avail. It would not come off. I was not familiar with belts, after all. So I changed my mind and aimed for his buttons instead.