when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher) novel Chapter 139

When she left, He went crazy 

Chapter 139: Hasn’t She Caused Me Enough Trouble Already? 

In the steadily oxygen–deprived haze, my consciousness began to fray at the edges. The discomfort was unbearable, a creeping anguish that gnawed at every fiber of my being. 

In that moment of torment, the only person I could think of was Christopher. Despite my previous resolve to distance myself from him, now, in this dire situation, he was my sole hope. 

Save me. 

Christopher, you must be coming soon. Say 

Just as my vision started to blur completely, a basin of ice–cold water was dumped over my head. The frigid shock jolted me partly back to my senses, the cold wind in the basement amplifying the chill. I shivered uncontrollably as the water snaked down my cheeks, into my neck, and seeped through my collar, the cold penetrating to my very bones. 

I lifted my eyes and saw that Kimberly was also tied to a pillar nearby. Her face bore two distinct handprints, and her once pristine clothes were now dirty and torn, rendering her thoroughly disheveled. 

Yet, even in such a state, Kimberly stood on a chair, exuding a calmi, almost regal composure. 

Despite my weakening state, I couldn’t help but muster a feeble sneer. “Looks like you’re quite the actress too.” 

Kimberly responded with unwavering confidence, “Does it matter? You just need to know who he will choose.” 

At that very instant, the distinct sound of a car engine rumbled from outside. Kimberly kicked away the chair beneath her feet, her eyes alight with arrogance. “Hope Royston, don’t blame me. Blame yourself for being so easy to manipulate, for your lowly status.” 

A familiar figure emerged from the light, tall and elegant, still dressed in the same handcrafted suit he wore that morning. 

Christopher’s eyes locked onto mine, his pupils narrowing slightly before he was intercepted just a few feet away. 

Noah, with a casual smirk, lit a cigar. “Mr. Valence, it’s really not easy to meet. 

Christopher’s face darkened as he fixed Noah with an icy glare. “Release them.” 

Reclining into a chair, Noah said, “I had initially hoped to discuss business with you through Mrs. Valence. But then my men informed me that this Harris family lady also has ties to you. Caught in a dilemma, I decided to bring both.” 

“Name your conditions, Christopher demanded, impatience lacing his voice. 

Noah chuckled deeply. “I’m not interested in conditions right now. I simply want to see who Mr. Valence chooses to 

save.” 

Christopher’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “What’s your game?” 

Soundlessly, a gun was handed to Christopher. Noah’s voice took on a cruel edge. “There’s just one bullet left in this gun. Mr. Valence, you decide who gets it. The rest is up to fate.” 

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Chapter 139: Hasn’t She Caused Me Enough Trouble Already? 

A chilling realization dawned: the gun could be almed at me or at Kimberly. 

Christopher’s jaw clenched, his expression unreadable from my distance. 

I held my breath, waiting. 

His tone was glacial, almost lethal. “Are you serious?” 

Noah maintained his nonchalant demeanor. “Mr. Valence, can anyone truly love two women at the same time? Killing one insignificant person–what’s the harm?“ 

Christopher gripped the gun, but remained motionless. 

Suddenly, Noah grabbed a gun from one of his men, swinging it from me to Kimberly and back again. 

My heart thundered painfully in my chest. 

No one was unafraid of death. And I was no exception. 

Kimberly’s desperate plea echoed in the room, “Christopher, save me!” 

“Still haven’t decided?” Noah skillfully loaded the gun, his voice laced with mockery. “Tll count to three. If Mr. Valence hasn’t decided, I’ll have to make the decision for you! Three…” 

Christopher’s demeanor grew even darker as he slowly raised the gun, aiming it directly at Kimberly. She shook her head frantically. “No, Christopher, please, no.” 

His expression remained impassive, but as our gazes briefly intersected, I caught a glimpse of profound restraint in his 

eyes. 

Noah continued his ominous countdown. “Two…” 

With a clenched jaw, Christopher gave a quick, practiced flick of his wrist, loading the gun single–handedly with a chilling precision. 

Noah’s voice hit the final note. “One…” 

In the fraction of a second before the gunshot, Christopher’s hand pivoted, and he pulled the trigger, aiming at me with unwavering accuracy. 

I was completely stunned, a paralyzing cold seeping through my entire being. 

The realization struck painfully: Christopher had chosen to sacrifice me again. Even if that meant condemning me to 

death. 

Despair took hold, spreading through every inch of my body. I stared blankly in Christopher’s direction, my vision blurring as shock overwhelmed me. 

Despite the absence of the expected pain, a part of me felt brutally shattered. 

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His words echoed mockingly in my mind: 

“It was my choice.” 

I’m working hard to win you back.” 

this last step.” 

Tll take the next ninety–nine steps; you just wait here; don’t back out of this 

“Hope Royston, I’m serious, and I will make amends. I don’t want to lose you.” 

“Now I have ulterior motives.” 

“No matter what happens, you have to trust me.” 

Every promise, every declaration of love felt hollow, a cruel joke unraveling in the cold reality of the moment. 

It was all a facade. 

Christopher’s deep affection for me was never worth a penny. 

It was laughable that I naively hoped Christopher would choose to save me.