Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 581

“I’m asleep, Mom, and it’s getting late as well. Why don’t we talk tomorrow?”

“All right, then. You go ahead and get some rest.” As soon as her footsteps faded away, our surroundings fell silent again. Only the faint sound of the chilly night breeze blowing past could be heard.

I let out a sigh of relief and instantly relaxed. Then, slapping Christopher’s head, I remarked, “If she had barged in here just now, I swear, the sky would have come crashing down.”

“Don’t worry. Am I not here to protect you in case that happens?” Smiling affectionately, he sat me up and positioned me in his arms, his lips once again falling upon mine as he kissed me gently.

I knew he was doing all he could to comfort me, and it did help me to feel better eventually. After our strenuous workout ended, I lay there on his sweaty and muscular chest, scrutinizing the scars on his tan skin. I had never asked him how he had gotten them, but ever since I found out he was in the special forces, I knew they could only be his battle scars.

As I traced my finger over them, Christopher’s hand quickly flew over, gripping mine. Pointing at the scars, he asked, “What’s wrong? Do you hate the sight of them? Well, I don’t. I think it adds to my masculinity. Don’t you agree?”

Rolling my eyes at him, I answered, “Of course, I hate seeing them! The mere sight of them frightens me.”

In fact, those scars sent chills down my spine whenever I saw them. I never felt that way before I knew the reason he had them. However, once I did, the scars only reminded me of the horrifying battles he had fought.

“You don’t have to be afraid. I promise I’ll be extra careful in the future and won’t do anything that might worry you, all right?” he assured, planting a few kisses on my forehead.

I nodded wordlessly. I knew that due to his identity, there were certain commitments he simply could not reject. In fact, even if he had a choice, he would still have chosen to do them anyway, as it represented his honor and courage in battling alongside his comrades. Knowing there was no stopping him, I could only hope he would stay safe at all times.

As soon as dawn broke, Christopher climbed his way back out of the window. I did tell him he could simply go through the front door, but he refused to do so. Overcome with curiosity, I asked him why.

Lightly brushing his finger down my nose, he chuckled as he explained, “I’m leaving exactly the way I came. This is a secret rendezvous, isn’t it? Of course, I can’t possibly just walk through the front door!”