Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 383

I sat in front of the computer for a long time, scrolling through the news. Most of the news coverage was on the Lanes and the Martins, and I was starting to get bored from reading about it. Now that the people of Avenport knew about Christopher’s ties with the Martin family, Christopher would be condemned by all if he were to refuse to marry Monica. Simply put, that was emotional blackmail.

But these people had completely forgotten about one thing; Christopher and I were not bothered about these issues at all. Even if someone were to say anything mean about Christopher, he was not one to harbor grudges.

I, for one, always had a bad reputation. I couldn’t care less if word got around that I was a mistress, since that was what others used to call me. But I didn’t like it when Christopher became their target of vilification.

The Martin family was a heartless bunch. They knew they couldn’t take me down; hence, they would rather use this approach to catch Christopher’s attention in order to get him to comply with their request.

I wanted to call Christopher to let him know about the news and gossips that were circulating online. After second thought, I decided against it. He had his hands full with work, and I didn’t want to bother him with such petty news. Besides, he was bound to hear about the news from someone else later.

Christopher did not want to attend the piano concert, but I was the one who insisted that he attend it. Ironic as it may seem, but that’s the way of life.

I went to the salon to get my hair styled and had my makeup done flawlessly. After I changed into the outfit that was recommended by the stylist himself, I heard him say, “Miss, you look beautiful in this evening dress, and you’ll definitely be the star of the party.”

“Oh, I’m just playing a minor supporting role for tonight’s event. I want to look good for my husband.” I twirled around in front of the mirror as I studied my reflection. I was quite pleased with the way I looked, and the narcissistic side in me thought I looked beautiful.

“A wedding reception? You look beautiful, and I’m sure your husband must love you a lot.” The shop owner was a real sweet-talker.