when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher) novel Chapter 133

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Chapter 133 It Was My Willingness 

1 furrowed my brow, pressing for more information. For me? Did he get hurt because of me again this time?” 

Donald scratched his head. “Yes…” 

I racked my brain but couldn’t think of any recent trouble I had caused Christopher. After all, we had barely interacted 

these days. 

Seeing Donald’s hesitation, I pushed further. “If you don’t tell me, I’ll go ask him myself.” 

“Don’t…” Donald relented, his expression resigned. “It’s about the incident at the abandoned building on the outskirts last time, do you remember?” 

“I remember.” 

How could I forget the first time I was kidnapped in my life? But I thought that matter had been resolved. 

Donald seemed a bit agitated as he continued. “Noah Gomez, that bald guy, wasn’t he the one who forced us to give up the land in the west of the city? Later, he found he couldn’t handle it and came back to Mr. Valence, but he insisted on taking eighty percent of the profit. Mr. Valence didn’t agree.” 

I nodded, the pieces falling into place. “So what happened next?” 

Donald’s face darkened. “Noah didn’t take kindly to the refusal. That’s how he ended up in the emergency room.” 

My heart sank at the realization. Christopher had been dragged into this mess because of his connection to me, however tenuous it now was. 

Seeing my expression, Donald spoke with a gentle insistence, Mrs. Valence, you know Mr. Valence doesn’t like others touching him. I’m just a rough man and can’t take good care of him…” 

I clenched my palm, swallowing my frustration. “I understand.” 

After all, it was the trouble Christopher got into last time while saving me. 

Re–entering the room, I found Christopher attempting to lie down, wincing as the movement pulled at his wound. 

“Why didn’t you call someone?” I asked, moving quickly to support him, guiding him to lie down more comfortably. 

“I don’t need anyone,” Christopher responded calmly, but his grip pulled me closer, nearly causing me to tumble onto his wound. His eyes held a hidden expectation. “Are you worried about me?” 

There was a hint of smug satisfaction in his tone. 

I quickly regained my posture, pressing my lips together. “I just found out that it was my trouble that caused this.” 

If I had to be honest, I felt a pang of guilt. That gunshot wound had almost claimed Christopher’s life, and now he was gravely injured once more. 

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Christopher seemed taken aback for a moment but then spoke with a steady calmness. “Don’t listen to Donald’s 

nonsense. It’s not your fault. 

I raised an eyebrow slightly, challenging him. “Really? If it’s not my fault, I’ll leave.” 

Fear flashed in Christopher’s eyes as he grabbed my hand, his voice deep and deliberate. “It’s not your fault. It was my 

choice.” 

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His words made me freeze. To say I wasn’t moved would be a lie. Here was someone who had suffered for me repeatedly, someone I had longed for over so many years, expressing such a sentiment. How could there not be a ripple in my heart? 

But I couldn’t allow myself to respond. I pulled my hand away, collecting my composure. “Do you want some fruit or 

water?” 

Guarding my heart, I resolved to quietly care for Christopher over the next few days to repay the favor I owed. Once 

that debt was settled, I’d move on. 

Christopher looked at me, his gaze piercing through my resolve. “Are you scared?” 

The atmosphere shifted, becoming tense and charged. 

I stood firm. “Scared of what?” 

“Scared of falling again…” Christopher’s low, deep voice was cut off by a knock on the door, breaking the moment. A nurse stepped in, her presence a welcome reprieve. “Mrs. Valence, I’ve brought some dessert for Mr. Valence and you.” 

She placed the fruit and desserts from the tray onto the coffee table, dissolving the tension in the room. I exhaled softly, glancing at Christopher with a semblance of ease. “Which one do you want?” 

Clearly annoyed by the interruption, Christopher replied impatiently, “Whatever.” 

I took a plate of fruit to the bedside and handed it to Christopher, advising, “Have some fruit, replenish your vitamins.” 

dhon I move.” 

He said, “It hurts when I move.” 

This trick was exactly the same as last time. 

I pointed to Christopher’s right hand. “You just used that hand to pull me, and it seemed quite strong.” 

“It was just that one pull,” he replied, smoothly yet with a hint of exasperation. “I used some strength, and now it’s killing me.” 

With a playful smirk, I speared a piece of fruit with my fork and gently pushed it into his mouth. “Alright, tough guy, eat up. You need to keep your strength up.” 

Moments later, Donald entered with a hefty stack of documents. These were files from the corporation that demanded immediate attention. Even with Christopher’s injury, his responsibilities couldn’t be ignored. 

Given that Christopher’s right hand was indeed compromised, the task of sifting through the paperwork fell to me. I 

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assisted him by turning the pages while he signed the documents, one by one. 

For a moment, it felt like we had returned to those days of mutual respect and courtesy. 

“Hope, there’s an issue with this return fate…” Christopher began, turning his head just as I leaned in to hand him another document. In the midst of our coordinated movements, Christopher’s cool lips brushed against my cheek, unexpectedly sending a shiver down my spine. 

Both Christopher and 1 froze! 

Although we had shared numerous intimate moments in the past, the dynamics had shifted. 

Christopher’s eyes darkened, flickering with an unmistakable desire. His right hand hooked onto my collar, and he leaned in, his lips inches from mine. 

I instinctively tried to pull away, but that was when a clatter came from the doorway, something had fallen to the ground.