Chapter4You Are the One I Love
“Now that the’s awake, there’s no need for me to keep taking her place and standing between the two of you. So if you want a divorce, 17cxopriate,” Adeline said, taking a deep breath to Healy herself she fored a lighthearted some as if i didn’t matter.
The moment the word “divorce the lips, Christopher’s expression darkened
His jaw www.clenched tight as he wrong a fist against the wall beside her, the impart making her finch “Lakready told you
“what do you want, then?” Adeline shouted, rears reaming down her fare. She began lining him, her fists weakly landing on his chest at the trial p–upfron
“Do you think I’m a pet? Dven if you don’t love me, you still want to keep me locked in this jake of a poshtim as Mrs. Lambert?
“What have Iver done to deserve this humcitation, Christopher? What did i de to dive this from you?” Adeline hosted at Christopher,
Herecked as soba wrackedhet body; she added, “Your beloved in awake now. You can dive me and marry her. You can ghee her the righttal status she deserves
‘t won’t stand in your way. I don’t ware anything from you. ln’t that enough?” Adeline hooks downcompletely, het émotions spiraling out of control as she shouted, het words laced with pain. Each stence et like it tore through her chest, learingher trembling and ninh.
Christopher’s backing grew how as his chest heased with suppressed anger. He grabbed the back of her head, foring her to meet his piercing gate.
His we was horse burled with intercity as he granted, “You’re the one love, you fol
The woodside like a thunderlap, making her freeze. She stared at Christopher, her lips trembling as disbelief flickered acoma hero.
Then, she laughed baserly, mocking him “Your love is the aliyer on the meet. Does everyone get a piece of
Christopherged histerth, his voice low and accusing “Can’t you are how much
for? Were you blind, Adelina?
What a joke. What an absolute joke, adeline stared at him, het ge blank with shock Not a single wood he said registered as the truth.
Christopher would say anything to please Adaline, wouldn’t he? Claiming she was his time love. Who would believe that?..
The man who fled between scandal, who sell held a tooth let his first love, who refused to even acknowledge their marriage in public, who never gave Adeline a wedding, was claiming Adeline was the one beloved
Who would be that? Noane, Not even Adeline,
If anything, hands made her feel een mool Thase decimul lps at his spun out lies asemily as
“Do you even believe what you’s saying?” she said, her gaze locking this, which were as deep and uneadable as an abandoned well. Though he didn’t say a word, Adeline could tell from his look at that he was oursing her in his head.
the shouted, shoving him with her strength. “Get our This is my home! Get out!
Christopher didn’t budge an inch. His phone, however, bepen ringing insistently in his pocket, cutting through the tense silence.
Adeline wiped the tears off her face andareened, “Wen’t you going to answer ht? Maybe Ms. Whire is looking for you.”
Christophet’s gaze Lingeraden her for a moment before he pulled our his phone. His brows furrowedslightly as he answered the call. After a low quiet hamn, he hang up.
“Come home with me,” he ordered.
Adeline stepped around hin. I’m not going”
Christopher raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with simca. “Are you planning en uaparating from me, sa Mordewam came and visit you?”
Adeline shot baddy. That’s mine at your buses Chrisopher, just beck
To my marriage. Unlike you. Thow well–cours
my dance from other men after marrying you doesn’t mean I am incapable. It’s became a loyal
Christopher laughed quietly, his tona mocking “Yeah, I’m there without–comtral
He shrugged off his leather jacket, sed ade, and sprawled out on the sets. With his armresting on the back and has long legs caually streiched over the edge, he looked complataly ease. He haceontention of leading the place.
Adeline had one yet to argue with him. Shemmed
the bedroom, slamming and locking the door behind her.
By the time she had finished her shower anddeled her hair, bar emotions had finally sedad. But when she met the ing room, the found that the book of partidge on the dining table had been dumped on Not only that, the flowers that had been scattered on the fkaar were abotorn apart and stuffed into the trash.
Her eyes moved to the culprit of all of these–Christopher woes lying on the couch, having thed his jacket, leaving him in just a simpla white T–thirt. His long lega draped carelessly over the edge he leaned back with one arm behind his head hireyersbur. He umed to have fallen asleep.
Adelina stepped closer, noticing the bain rise and all of his chest and the way his long lines cast shadows on his cheeks. His earlier words ochood in her mind’e the one low, you
Her lips niched as her anger reignited. “Lix” she muttered under her breath. Then, turning on her heel, she headed back to bat bedroom.
At the Famber residence, a trail young Menman sot at the edge of her bed, her lifeless eyes staring into the diller
Phoebe, who stood at her side of
the said, “White, Mr. Lambert had something urge to attend ‘tonight.”
Winema’s expression remained Black “What kind ofurgent matter could there possibly be at túi hu
Phobeerd Catste. He didn’t say anything about it.”
Winer loweredher gaze, bi vole tembling as the asked, “Phoebe, Chris is married now. i
Phoebe had stayed at Farsler Residence most of the time and knew de about the outside world, bot she was awe of M. Lambert’s marriage.
Phorbe nodded reluctantly. “Yes, Ms White Met Lambert even come to visit you not long ags”
“Mei Limber_.” The title deedukat indecoder remainedham Winono’s shady pale lace.
she was a stunningly beautiful woman whase pers
“Yes, she did She came alose,” Phoebe replied. Recalling that day, si
.she could vividly natembehet impression of Mas Lambert he was a linpepadeven after she left
Ploche toughelu a moment. “Naturally She jimi stred at the deer and looked at you for awhile before leaving
Phoebe nodded hesitantly. “Mr. Lambert comes whenever he has the time. He prepared many gifts for you, though you
“Is that so?” Winona’s lips curved into a faint, bitter smile.
Suddenly, her face twisted in pain, and she pressed her hands to her temples. “Phoebe, my head, it hurts!TM
Phoebe quickly called for the doctor.
“My
u can’t see them
right now
ly head.. it’s splitting! I can’t take it anymore! Winona cried, her pale lips trembling as tears streamed down her face.
The doctor frowned deeply after the examination, which revealed no abnormalities. His tone was heavy with concern. “Ms. White, besides the pain, are there any other symptoms?”
“No! Just the pain! It’s unbearable!” Winona whimpered. She clenched her fists tightly, her trail body trembling as she curled into bersell. “Help me! Please help me!”
“Prepare a dose of painkillers!” the doctor ordered the nurse urgently
Winona shrieked, her voice breaking “No needles! I don’t want injections! I don’t want needs! My head is going to explode! I can’t stand it anymore!”
The doctor hesitated, beads of aww at forming on his forehead as he turned to Phoebe. “Her condition is sensual Notify Mr. Lambert immediately!
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