Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 212

I’d never seen him in such a bad mood before, and my heart skipped a beat in fear. “When did you come back?” I asked carefully. “I thought you went out to eat with your mom?”

“Did you not want me back?” he replied, his tone deep and dangerous.

“Of course not!” Mistakenly thinking that he was mad about Lyle and me, I hurriedly replied, “Lyle called me and mentioned my grandma, and that’s the only reason why I went to meet him. Nothing else happened between us! We’re divorced, remember?”

Christopher’s lips were pursed tightly, and his eyebrows were knitted together. The fond, adoring look in his dark eyes that I had gotten used to had been replaced by a cold, stony glare. It was clear that he was angry at me, although this time was much scarier than the last time he’d gotten pissed.

He walked past me and locked the door, grabbing my upper arm and dragging me downstairs. He refused to answer any of my questions. He pushed me into the car backseat before getting into the driver’s seat himself. The tension in the car was so thick that you couldn’t have cut through it with a knife.

I’d never been in this sort of situation before. Usually, Christopher was the one who would create a relaxed atmosphere and put me at ease. Now, only the sounds of the car engine running filled the silence between us.

Soon, the car slowed to a stop in front of the hospital, and Christopher helped to reserve a number on the waiting list. “I’m fine,” I mumbled. “It’s just a scratch. I don’t need to see a doctor for this.”Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

He stopped in his tracks, chills running up my spine as he turned to stare directly at me and into my soul. Seemingly satisfied with my timid reaction, he walked straight on, and I trailed behind him obediently.

The nurse in charge of changing my bandages had trembling hands, possibly because of Christopher’s intimidating expression and the murderous aura emanating off of him. With a slip of her fingers, she accidentally applied too much pressure on the wound, causing me to hiss through gritted teeth.

“Go and get a more experienced nurse here!” Christopher barked out, arms crossed over his chest.

The poor nurse’s eyes filled with tears as she scurried away. Feeling slightly guilty, I nudged Christopher. “You didn’t have to be so hard on her.”

He glanced away, refusing to even look me in the eye, leaving me to reflect on what I might have done to make him so mad. I knew he was understanding of the kind of relationship and problems that Lyle and I now shared. Was he angry and jealous because I went to meet Lyle without his knowledge?

A minute passed before an older-looking nurse appeared, taking over the process of treating my wounds smoothly and with familiarity. When she realized how intently Christopher was staring at her, she scoffed, “Hey mister, you shouldn’t stare at another lady like that while your wife is right here in front of you. I know I’m the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen, but I’m unfortunately taken, so don’t try anything on me.”

A laugh escaped me before I thought any better of it. I couldn’t help but admire the senior nurse for her bravery in joking around with Christopher when he looked as stoic as a mannequin.

Christopher’s gaze swept over me, staring down his nose with an unreadable emotion. Under his sharp gaze, my smile stiffened and slowly disappeared.

He still didn’t talk to me after we’d returned back home, making a beeline for the bathroom and taking a shower. I was left sitting alone on the couch, rubbing at my grumbling stomach.

I hadn’t eaten lunch yet, and Christopher hadn’t asked me if I had either. Approaching the bedroom, I had just reached the doorway when he suddenly pulled me inside and cornered me up against the wall.