Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 107

Just like what Christopher promised, he had his fill of me for the next few hours. By the time he was done with me, there wasn’t a spot on my body he hasn’t tasted.

He came into me like an insatiable beast over and over again. He did not kiss me again, although at the climax he would kiss me coarsely on my neck.

“You’re mine, Yvonne.”

“Yes, I’m yours…” I muttered subconsciously.

At the end of the day, Christopher still came back to his senses and stopped after a few rounds. It was his dad’s birthday party, after all, and we could not be spotted missing for too long a time. He carried me to the bathroom and helped me wash up.

I lay against him frailly as I let him showered me with warm water. “Shit. My makeup! And my hair too! I can’t go out like this.”

“Don’t worry, I already have everything prepared,” he said, opening the wardrobe and taking out a hairdryer and some makeup.

“Did you plan this?” I stared at him.

“Of course not!” he said in all seriousness. “I was just preparing for an emergency. After all, there’s no telling what a man will do when he sees his beloved.”

“I knew it!” I kicked at him, but he grabbed my leg and placed a kiss on my foot.

“Ew, that’s dirty.” I tried pulling my leg back, but he was not letting go. “No, it’s not. I love it.”

“What if I have smelly feet?” I pursed my lips. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“I don’t care. I’ll still love you.” He took up my other foot and tickled me. After we were done, he helped me put on my clothes and dried my hair.

He ran his fingers through my hair tenderly and I closed my eyes, enjoying the moment. My heart was full.

I used to dream of marrying a man who loved me when I was younger. I would imagine us living together happily. I would cook for him and take care of him, while he would dry my hair every time after I showered.

However, I stopped having those dreams after I married Lyle. I could stay up all night waiting for him and cooking him food, but he would never be appeased.

“Christopher, why are you so nice to me? If there ever comes a day where you get tired of me, I won’t be able to get used to it,” I said softly as if I was talking to myself, but Christopher heard everything despite the noise from the hairdryer. “Stop talking nonsense. I won’t ever get tired of you and I’ll treat you like my queen as long as you want to.”

I nodded and bowed my head shyly. His words made me get butterflies in my stomach. I felt like we were a couple who had just gotten married.

After my hair was dry, Christopher tied my hair into a ponytail. I was surprised watching his adroit fingers in the mirror.

“Do you do this often?” I asked. He glanced at me and answered, “Of course. I’ve been doing this ever since I was ten. I have full confidence that people will compliment your hair after you walk out of this door.”

So he had done this for another woman… “I see.” Since it was in the past, I decided to just let it slide. I should not be greedy.

Christopher continued, “You might think my mom is a capable woman who can do simply anything, but she actually doesn’t even know how to tie her own hair properly. My dad used to do it for her, but he got really busy after he was transferred, so my brother took over, but Mom was not satisfied, so I ended up doing it.”