Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 484

The doctor bandaged my wound for me. When he was disinfecting me, the alcohol caused my wound to hurt. I could have endured that pain, but when Christopher yelled so loudly, I felt indignant. With tears welling up in my eyes, I protested, “I’m worried about you, so I couldn’t help but pounce over. It really hurts, but you’re still lashing out at me!”

Christopher’s anger dissipated in an instant. Sighing helplessly, he told the doctor to be gentler before saying to me softly, “I’ve told you multiple times to stop jumping into dangerous situations. Why don’t you just listen to me? If you dare to keep getting yourself into danger, I’ll have to teach you a good lesson.”

I remained silent and looked pitiful. Christopher sat beside me, blew at the wounds on my forehead gently and said, “It’s good that you know it hurts. In the future, just hide in my arms whenever danger arises. My hug will be warm and strong—it can be a safe harbor for you from any danger.”

“You aren’t superman!” I protested. Even the most powerful people could get injured, which was something I had realized most acutely on the abandoned island. Even a strong man like Christopher, who seemed so invincible to me, had times of vulnerability too.

Naturally, I would not tell him my thoughts.

Even though my head was bandaged, I wanted to talk to Remington and the rest about art. Unfortunately, Christopher did not give me such an opportunity and chased them away, thinking that they were nuisances. I was speechless. He was the only person capable enough to do that after receiving their help.

“I know that you’re classmates with Spencer, but what’s your relationship with Remington? The age gap is quite big. Is he Darius’ classmate?” I was curious about Christopher’s relationship with Remington.

Christopher placed me on the bed, acting so meticulously that it was as if I could not take care of myself. When I noticed his worried expression, I understood his feelings well too. After experiencing near-death situations, we were terrified that the other party would get hurt. To calm him down, I ordered him around. When I was hungry or thirsty, I would instruct Christopher to bring food to me.

“Remington is the child of my father’s comrade. His family had always been involved in politics and the military. However, in the previous generation, everything changed and they started taking a liking to the arts. In this generation, Remington became an artist. When we were still neighbors, we fought before.”