Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 166

This was the second time I heard that. The first time was when we were in the restaurant and the waiter complimented Lyle for being so attentive toward Crystal in almost the exact same words.

I simply smiled in response, choosing not to explain too much.

At that very moment, the divorce papers in Lyle’s hand fell to the ground because of his restless pacing. When the nurse bent to pick them up, she noticed that they were divorce papers and finally realized she had said the wrong thing with a surprised expression on her face. She quickly picked them up and passed them back to me before rapidly finishing up the bandage and leaving the room.

I heard her mumble as she walked away, “I shouldn’t have been jealous at all! They’re not even married anymore!”

I waved the documents in my hand. “What about I call Sabrina and ask her to bring me to the City Hall so we can get this over with?” I suggested to Lyle.

He simply reached out for the documents and looked at me as he muttered, “Why did you have to save me? Don’t you hate my guts?”

I rolled my eyes. As if one could pick and choose when to save someone else! Lyle was way too calculative of a person. Apart from Crystal, he gauged everybody else based on what they could do for him.

At my silence, Lyle continued. “I used to always feel like you only married me for my money, but I finally realized that that’s not the case. You love me, don’t you? If you don’t, you didn’t need to save me over and over again while putting your own life at risk.”

He was starting to change topics rapidly and I didn’t like where it was going, so I quickly cut him off. “I don’t think we need to talk about such things anymore. What about you?”

He never used to care about whether I loved him or not, so why would he start now? Besides, I had a crush on him for eight years and everyone could tell except for Lyle himself. There was no point in thinking about such things anymore.

“Of course we need to. Eve, you threw yourself into danger for me time and time again and I never appreciated it.”

Lyle suddenly tore the divorce papers right down the middle and I inhaled in shock. “Lyle, have you gone insane?” I yelled.

“No. In fact, I’m more sober than ever. Yvonne, I don’t want to lose you.” I reached out in an attempt to save the two halves of the documents, but Lyle was quicker and he ripped them to even smaller pieces.

I stared at the ruined documents as Lyle tossed them into the trashcan. If it weren’t for my injured leg, I would have already started beating Lyle up. Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

He walked toward the bed and embraced me. “Since you love me so much, let’s not get divorced anymore, okay?” he said gently.

“Wait!” I was barely coherent in my urgency. “I didn’t save you because I loved you! I just didn’t want Sharon to be sad over you! Even if it was a random passerby or a stray cat in your place, I would still save them. Call me Mother Teresa for all I care, but it wasn’t because I love you, got it?”

“You don’t have to hide it anymore, Eve. The way you looked when you ran toward me and pushed me out of the way without hesitation…the worry in your eyes was so beautiful. Rest up, okay? I’ll go settle some things and come back as soon as I can.”

Lyle ignored my struggling and bent down to kiss me on the cheek before walking out of the hospital ward, leaving me completely stunned.

“Lyle, get your *ss back here right now! B*stard!” I yelled as I threw a glass of water in his direction. It slammed into the wall and shattered all over the ground.

Sadly, Lyle had already walked away. I continued destroying everything within arm’s reach in my ward before collapsing on the bed and pummeling my pillow. What the h*ll do I do now?

My phone continued to ring incessantly, as it had been for the past few minutes. Annoyed, I picked it up and hung up when I saw Christopher’s name on the screen.

He went out with Monica behind my back after all. Why should I answer his calls?

Despite me not picking up, Christopher seemed adamant to talk to me and kept calling until I finally picked up out of irritation. “Yvonne’s not here!” I yelled, frustrated.