when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher)
CHAPTER 135

When she left, He went crazy

Chapter 135 Ulterior Motives

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1 could not deny that Christopher's words were indeed quite pleasing to the ear. So pleasing, in fact, that for a fleeting moment, I wished to forget all that had transpired in the past. Yet, I found it impossible to let go entirely. Some things had long been etched into my heart, leaving a deep chasm.

With all that had happened, I could no longer trust, nor could I love unreservedly and wholeheartedly without considering the consequences. I began to hold back, to be guarded, to be suspicious, sensitive, and uneasy. Even if we reconciled, what difference would it make? If things continued like this, it would eventually break apart. So, it was

better to cut losses in time.

"Christopher Valence," I said, "stop saying these things. Let's be rational."

"I know you don't believe me, but I will do it," Christopher insisted, his tone as sincere as if he were making a solemn

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I lowered my gaze slightly, handing him another document to redirect the conversation. "Read this. I'll go replace a nurse to take your temperature again."

"Donald Quill, Christopher called out loudly, instructing, "Get a nurse to bring some ointment."

Donald quickly went to fetch it.

"Didn't you already change the dressing?" I asked, puzzled. Besides, ointment didn't quite match Christopher's injuries.

Christopher reached out and pressed gently on my lower back. "Doesn't it hurt where you bumped?"

I gasped, wincing. "You knew I bumped into you, and you still applied pressure?"

In no time, Donald returned with the ointment. I took it from him, but Christopher, with a leisurely air, looked at me and said, "Hand it over."

I insisted. "I can apply it myself."

"Do you have eyes on the back of your head?" he retorted, not allowing any argument. He snatched the ointment and lifted the corner of my shirt, gently applying it. "You've got a bruise, and said nothing. Do you think you don't have a husband?"

Christopher had never had such a moment of attentiveness before. The sharp sting of the ointment mingling with the bitterness of lingering memories was almost too much to bear, I fought to suppress my emotions, speaking with a calm detachment, "I've been living like this for the past three years."

Christopher was never a difficult person to take care of, and he had become even more cooperative after his recent declare to win me back when I tended to him. At most, he insisted on being fed during meals, claiming his hand hurt.

It was only at night that I realized Christopher had a 'malicious scheme.

With an unwavering gaze, he declared, "I want to take a bath."

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Having been unconcime for ten nights, it was only natural for someone as scrupulously clean as Christopher to reach his limit. But the doctor's cautionary words still echoed in my mind, and I shook my head. The doctor advised that vaser wostanudu shouldn't get set.

He pursed his lips, a trace of imploring expectation in his eyes. But Im uncomfortable, darling."

A headache brewed at his relentless persistence. Too exhausted to challenge his endearing address, I suggested, "How about letting Donald Quill wipe you down with a towel?"

Donald, who had been silently awaiting a moment to discuss crucial company matters with Christopher, looked aghast. He rondled at the sugrection, his smile more strained than a grimace. "Mrs. Valence, please, let's not jest. Mr. Valence is very meticulous about his personal care. If I handle this today, 111 be out of a job tomorrow. This sort of thing is solely in voin jurisdiction!"

With that, Donald ran off faster than a rabbit, neglecting even to report his work.

Christopher turned his gaze back to me, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Well...

I understood exactly what Christopher was implying. Donald had fled, leaving me alone to tend to him.

Christopher arched an eyebrow slightly. "Or are you still harboring ulterior motives, too afraid to even help me wipe

down?

1 frowned. "Who has ulterior motives toward you?"

He retorted. “Then why are you avoiding it?"

Admittedly, Christophers Launting struck a chord. Begrudgingly, I rose, went to the bathroom, fetched hot water, and prepared a disposable towel.

We had shared such intimate moments before, there was nothing left unseen between us. Tending to his needs was far from an arduous task. As I diligently wiped his body, concentrating solely on my task, he suddenly emitted a very soft

I paused and looked at him, bewildered.

Christopher's eyes softened with an affectionate gleam, his voice sincere and clear. "Now I have ulterior motives."

Any retort I had in mind evaporated when my gaze inadvertently wandered downward, noting his very evident arousal. My checks ignited with an intense blush as I tossed the towel aside. "Do it yourself!" Pervert. Even with such grievous injuries, he somehow still had the energy for erotic thoughts.

Despite the severity of his wounds, the doctors at Messlushi Hospital were exceptionally skilled, and with the exemplary care provided in the VIP ward, Christophers condition improved remarkably. Within less than a week, the doctor declared him fit for discharge.

With a touch of pride, the doctor remarked, "Mrs. Valence, Mr. Valence's swift recovery is undoubtedly due to your personal care. You two truly exemplify a model couple! No wonder the internet is always buzzing about Mr. Valence's deep affection for lus wife With a partner like you, how could he not be?"

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Christopher's smile brimmed with satisfaction. To me, however, the latter part of the comment carried a hint of

Not long after, I heard that this doctor received a promotion on the same day.

When we reached the garage, Christopher spoke first, Ill drive you."

"No need," I replied, pointing to a car parked not far away. "I drove myself."

Christopher appeared somewhat reluctant, Just when I anticipated another display of his forceful and domineering nature, he showed restraint and, with a composed tone, said, "Alright, drive safely." "Okay," I nodded, feeling a wave of relief as I turned toward the car. Finally, everything was settled!

After spending several days in the hospital, no matter how luxurious the ward, I still hadn't managed to rest well. Once home, I took a long, hot shower, satiated my hunger, and promptly collapsed onto the bed, sinking into a deep, untroubled sleep.

The next day, not even Elissa's arrival stirred me from my slumber. It wasn't until noon, when she came into my room to call me for lunch, that I groggily rose. "You're here."

Elissa glanced at me with mock disdain. "Look at those dark circles under your eyes. Anyone who doesn't know the situation would think you've been out stealing in the middle of the night.

1 yawned, tears welling up in my eyes. "Taking care of a patient is no easier than grand larceny."

Despite Christopher being relatively undemanding, his injuries were serious, requiring meticulous attention. wounds needed careful tending, and he had been oscillating between feverish spells for two or three days. Often, I had found myself waking up in the middle of the night, instinctively reaching out to check his forehead.

"Go brush your teeth, eat, and then crawl back into bed. You've got a lot of rest to catch up on," Elissa urged, her frustration palpable. "That bastard, look at how he's worn you out."

The lunch awaiting me on the table was a carefully ordered takeout selection, courtesy of Elissa. But every dish was a favorite of mine. Touched by her thoughtfulness, I couldn't help but remark, "Elissa, you're so good to me."

Elissa responded with a huff. "Of course. When Christopher Valence treats you half as well as I do, then he can talk about winning you back."

I coughed lightly, opting to keep quiet about the times Christopher had labored in the kitchen for me.

Just as we polished off our meal, Elissa's phone buzzed with an incoming call. Her eyes sparkled at the sight of the caller ID, and she answered with a smile. "Morgan, you busy bee, what brings you to call me suddenly? It must be good news, right?"

Whatever Morgan James said on the other end made Elissa immediately put the call on speaker, inviting me to listen. The conversation revolved around an investment opportunity: Morgan had found an investor for us and was arranging a dinner tonight for introductions.

Elissa shot me a questioning look, and upon receiving my nod, she beamed and responded. "What are you talking

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about? If you have time to introduce us, how could I not have time to come? Of course, I'll go."

"Alright, it's settled then!" Morgan's laughter echoed through the speaker, a testament to their close camaraderie. "Actually, it's not really an introduction. You must know them. As soon as they saw your company's profile, they agreed- without hesitation."

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