Love Coming From The Least Expected novel Chapter 628

I was completely guilty, so I dared not say a word back as Remington let out his anger. Unfortunately, Christopher was by my side. He was the type to protect his wife no matter what happened. Whenever Remington raised his voice at me, Christopher would start putting on a cold front. In the end, Remington was shrieking in anger. He grabbed Christopher by the collar and dragged him to the practice room upstairs.

Outside the door, I could hear the two of them fighting with each other. I clasped my hands together before my chest. “Please just let them put an end to this peacefully.”

“To h*ll with peace! Yvonne… Ouch! You… I’m telling you, if this painting isn’t done by Sunday, I will cut off all ties with you. I will never show up before you again. I… Argh! Oh, is that how you want to play it? Come here and let me teach you a lesson, Christopher!”

“What else did you expect? For me to stand here and let you hit me? My wife is the only one that I will willingly allow to lay a finger on me.”

“I see you’re willing to throw away your friendship for your relationship. I can only say that it is unfortunate to have been your friend.”

“Friends are for using. My wife is for loving. That’s just how it is.”

Listening in to their conversation, my eyes were twitching. Hopefully, Remington would not get angrier after hearing Christopher’s preposterous logic.

I kept hearing heavy thumps on the floor, coupled with Remington’s miserable screams from time to time. Finally, the practice room door opened. Christopher walked out first with his sleeves rolled up high. The tie around his neck was in a mess. There was a bruise on the corner of his mouth. The sight of it made my heart ache.

“Aren’t you going to blow on it for me? It hurts.” Christopher put his face near mine.

“I can’t believe you guys actually beat each other up. Couldn’t you have toned it down a little? Besides, there’s a punching bag right there. The two of you could have just competed to see who would break the punching bag first or something.” I leaned over to him and blew gently on his bruise.