Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 151

Annie wondered if Christian was already asleep since it was so late. She gently pushed the door open to find the entryway in total darkness. As such, she figured that he must have gone to bed.

Annie breathed a sigh of relief and fumbled in the dark to kick off her shoes.

She casually flipped the living room light switch on. As soon as the lights flickered on, she froze in place.

A tall figure sat silently on the couch. It turned out that Christian hadn't yet slept.

A nearly empty whiskey bottle rested on the coffee table, and the air hung heavy with alcohol.

Annie stood there, stunned.

Christian heard the noise and slowly lifted his head. His dark eyes swirled with turbulent emotions she could not read as he stared straight at her.

A second later, he stood and strode toward her. Annie instinctively took a step back, but her back hit the cold wall, leaving her with nowhere left to retreat.

The sharp scent of alcohol, mixed with his crisp masculine fragrance, enveloped her. But before she could speak, he suddenly leaned down.

A harsh, punishing kiss crashed down on her lips.

Annie felt her mind go blank. She struggled hard, pushed him away, and raised her hand.

However, when she saw his handsome face so close to hers, she couldn't bring herself to slap him. She shook off his hand and wiped her lips furiously as if she were trying to wipe away something dirty.

Their relationship was strictly transactional. Thus, she chose not to let him affect her and refused to slip into another ambiguous relationship.

Moreover, Christian was a mystery to her. She wondered if all his gentleness was just a disguise. If she really fell for him, she feared that what awaited her might be a nightmare even worse than the one in her past life.

Christian watched her look of disgust, and his heart felt as if a hand were squeezing it tight. It seemed that she really did despise him.

He figured that it was because she still loved Sean. That was why she had left him without hesitation. It was just to see that man.

The realization burned away the last trace of sanity in his gaze. He pressed closer, pinning her once more between the wall and his body.

"You're my wife. You belong to me," he said.

Annie was confused by his sudden, disjointed declaration.

Christian stood there stiffly. He slowly lowered his head and looked at his empty hands. After a long while, he slowly clenched his fists.

Annie had taken only a few steps out of the apartment when her pace unconsciously slowed. The light was still on in the familiar window of the building behind her.

She instinctively touched her lips and wondered if Christian would be okay alone at home after drinking that much alcohol.

She wondered who he really was. With his claim of being a marketing manager exposed as a lie, she couldn't help but question his true identity.

It seemed that there were often countless lies hidden behind a single one.

Annie finally hardened her heart and didn't look back.

She couldn't afford to be soft-hearted anymore. The lesson from her past life had been deep enough—soft-heartedness led only to eternal damnation.

She didn't return to the Steward residence, as going back at this hour would only worry Irene and cause unnecessary trouble.

Annie took out her phone, found a nearby hotel, and booked a room. Not far away, two pairs of eyes watched her closely from an inconspicuous black van.