“Six months ago, you left your bag at the party, so I took your ID to buy this suite under your name.” Christopher persisted calmly.
I only remembered replacing my identity card after losing it. At that moment, I was completely at a loss for words. I stared hard at him suspiciously. “Christopher, you know I’m divorcing Lyle, so you had everything planned out, right?”
“What do you think?”
What am I supposed to think? I certainly had no reason to believe that a perfect guy like him would have eyes on me or even thought of Lyle as his rival. Besides, it was absurd to think that the second son of the Lane family would hatch such a plan to accomplish his motive.
“You must’ve had some problems with the paperwork when buying a house for yourself, so you used mine. Haha… That must be it!” I laughed dryly to hide my anxiety. He fixed his deathly serious gaze on me. His eyes were so memorizing I could drown in them.
“Actually, I think I’d better find another place-”
“And what? Live like a homeless, wandering in the streets and live your life in a basement? Don’t you feel bad for those who genuinely concern about you?” He shot back before I could finish, leaving me no room for negotiation.
Suddenly, it hit me. I had nowhere to go. Hence, I stayed in that fully furnished suite. Once I had settled in, I used the laptop prepared for me to look for jobs online. I sent out tons of resumes that same day.
At night, a thought suddenly occurred to me when I lay in bed. How did Christopher know I fell out with Lyle and moved out of the apartment? I reached out my phone on the bedside table and typed the questions that had been lingering in the back of my mind. After a moment of hesitation, I groaned and deleted them.
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