Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 229

Happiness was a very abstract word. One could only sense it in contrast, but I could infuse my happiness in each stroke of my brush so that others could perceive it. I wanted to share it with them and have them envy me.

The long night passed in a blur. When the first rays of sunlight flooded in, I took a good look at my painting. By then, the half-done painting I had intermittently worked on was basically completed. The only thing left was the final coating.

Yawning, I decided to drink some water before getting some sleep. When it came to painting, it was natural to work overnight as inspiration struck, but extreme fatigue would also affect its quality. I couldn’t allow the painting to have the slightest flaw, for I would be the butt of the joke if it happened to be eliminated during the first selection.

Ambling into the kitchen, I got myself a piece of toast and stuffed it into my mouth. Then, I went to heat up some milk. At that precise moment, the sound of the door lock turning sounded. As soon as I heard it, I left the glass on the countertop and rushed out. I was greeted by the sight of Christopher with his back to me; he was closing the door and changing into slippers.

I flew toward him, hugging him from the back. Going on tiptoes, I pecked him on the cheek. Christopher instantly turned and kissed me back. When our deep kiss ended, he tapped me on the nose.

“You missed me so much though it’d only been a day since we last saw each other?”

“A day without you feels like an eternity!” I boldly pushed him back and pinned him against the wall along the hallway. It was something he usually initiated, but I wanted to hug him tightly and savor his warmth right then.

While kissing him, I unfastened the buttons on his suit jacket. After unfastening two of them, I slipped my hands into his clothes. I didn’t know how else to express my love for him, so I could only resort to the most primitive way to please him.

Sensing my urgency, the man’s gaze smoldered, a flaming fire blazing in his eyes. With a heave, he carried me up. While suspended in midair, I hooked my arms around his neck and pointed at the bedroom. “Let’s go to the bedroom!”

“Why don’t we do it in the living room?” Hugging me, Christopher rolled us onto the ground. Just like the heroic rescue scenes on television, we flew past the tiles and landed on the carpet. As we moved around on the floor, my clothes flew into the air like rags.