A Night To Remember

Chapter 48 I Was the One Who Started This Game

Chapter 48 I Was the One Who Started This Game

“Who cares if they know? It’s not like I’ve done anything dubious either.”

“I thought you didn’t want to let the other Waynes know at all?” Denzel asked.

Christopher fell quiet for a moment before he turned his head to take a sip of his wine. He then stared

at his glass and said, “That was back then; it doesn’t matter now.”

Denzel froze for a moment as he stared at Christopher. He then smacked the table and said breezily,

“That’s right. Who do you need to fear now? It’s just like what you said—it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Christopher didn’t say anything; he simply glanced at him and raised his hand. Their glasses clinked

together, and they took a sip of their wine. Just then, Christopher spoke again. “You spoke of the U.S.

earlier. Incidentally, something just happened there recently. I want you to go there and take a look, for

I don’t trust anyone else with this.”

Denzel’s grip on his glass froze, and his handsome face stiffened as well. It took forever for him to

force a dry smile out. “You’ve got to be drunk, right?”

“I’m perfectly sober,” Christopher said gravely. Denzel pulled a long face at that. He eyed Christopher

for a bit before lifting his other hand to smack his own mouth.

“I should beat myself up for running my mouth. Why did I have to bring up the U.S. for nothing?”

Meanwhile, Christopher stifled his laughter as he rolled his eyes at Denzel. “What? Shouldn’t you do

something too? This isn’t a one-man show, you know.”

“You—”

Denzel tried to protest, but Christopher interrupted him with a wave of his hand before he could finish. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He said, “It’s really important this time. I cannot leave for the time being, so help me take a look at the

situation there. After all, you’ve been loafing around with nothing to do recently.”

“Come on, Christopher—you can’t exactly say that, you know?” Denzel looked at Christopher with a

hurt expression. “I did help you out before. You kicked my door down and broke it just to have a drink

with me, and I humored you for the night. Does it look like I’m sitting idle here?”

“Your mouth isn’t being idle.” Christopher swiftly changed the topic and complained about Denzel’s

whining.

“I must have destroyed a galaxy in a past life to have such a terrible friend like you,” Denzel said.

Christopher grinned as he took another sip of his wine, but he didn’t speak again. His gaze simply

drifted over to his phone lying on the coffee table.

Meanwhile, Diane stood there dumbly on the spot at the Wayne Residence for a long while after

receiving that phone call.

Christopher had left in such a rage. Did he go out to drink? Was he calling her to pick him up after his

drinking spree? Didn’t he have an assistant and a chauffeur? Why would he want her to do it instead?

Moreover, it was someone else who had told her the address too. Was he drunk from drinking too

much now?

Diane lay on the bed and thought it over. After a long while of thinking, she finally pulled the covers off

herself and got up. She initially wanted to call the chauffeur to pick Christopher up since she was still at

home. However, Diane changed her initial idea for some reason after going downstairs. She didn’t let

the chauffeur go alone when he finally arrived at the residence. Instead, she followed him.

The car zoomed away into the night, and they soon arrived at The Royal.

Just the name itself sounds ostentatious. He probably comes here often, Diane thought with disdain as

she glanced at the glowing, resplendent signboard.

When Diane entered, Christopher was still downing drink after drink. Denzel sat next to him, the coffee

table before them strewn with empty wine bottles; some were upright, whereas some had been

knocked over to their side in a scene of disarray.

“Oh, you’re here,” Denzel purposely called her. However, the alcoholic fiend himself ignored Denzel’s

call as he downed yet another glass while grabbing a wine bottle to refill it.

For some reason, rage rose up within Diane at the sight of this. Without even thinking about why she

was angry, she charged over and snatched away the wine bottle from Christopher’s hand.

“If you’re going to drink yourself to death, why did you call me to pick you up? What a waste of time,”

Diane spat angrily. Meanwhile, Denzel’s eyes were round and wide as he stared at her.

“Diane!” Denzel flashed Diane a thumbs-up, but Diane was in no mood to humor him. All she did was

glare at Christopher. Christopher finally lifted his head to look at her, his eyes bloodshot due to the

endless amount of alcohol he had imbibed.

“Get out.”

Those two cold words tumbled out of his mouth, heavy with the scent of alcohol and wreathed in fury

as he spat them out. It was as though those words were about to set the air around them on fire.

Diane’s body stiffened, and feelings of hurt immediately rose within her. He was the one who wanted

her to come, and yet, now that she was here, he wanted her out of his sight. She had really disgraced

herself!

Diane’s hands curled themselves into tight fists, and she turned without making a peep. All of a

sudden, a hand grabbed her wrist.

“Get out.”

Diane’s gaze swiveled in stunned surprise, only to see that Christopher was looking at Denzel.

Meanwhile, the latter had a look of confusion on his face.

“You were referring to me this whole time?” Denzel pointed at his own nose, feeling somewhat hurt.

“Okay, fine—I’ll go.” He got up, his hands raised in surrender as he scrambled up from the couch and

winked at Diane.

“You’re going to need all the luck you can get, Diane. He’s not himself right now,” Denzel said as he

tapped his head and looked at her with sympathy.

Diane’s gaze hadn’t even moved from Denzel’s face when a force pulled her to the side. After she

toppled over, she fell and sat on Christopher’s lap.

Diane let out a light gasp, making Denzel snicker from where he was by the door. He hadn’t left yet.

“I won’t get in your way anymore. Loosen up a little, Christopher.” After he delivered those parting

words filled with jest, Denzel left the booth and helpfully locked the door.

“What are you doing, Christopher? Let go of me.” The pain in Diane’s hips was agonizing beyond belief

from her tumble into Christopher’s lap. She couldn’t get up at all, and the only thing she could do was

beat her hands against his chest.

On the other hand, Christopher reeked thoroughly of alcohol as he held Diane and stared at her with

his head lowered. His eyes were filled with icy hostility, and the scent of alcohol clinging to him made

Diane uncomfortable.

“If you want to keep drinking, then go ahead. I won’t stop you. Just let go of me and I’ll leave.”

Diane thought that Christopher’s sudden act was because he was angry at her for taking his wine

bottle away. She struggled, but the man’s grip was like steel as it tightened even more on her.

His face pressed in close to hers all of a sudden, and he immediately sealed her lips with his. Then, he

kissed her with brutal force that suffocated her.

Diane pushed Christopher away with all her might, but he stood up abruptly, picked her up, and pinned

her down on the couch.

“You want a divorce, right?” The man’s mouth left hers, and his gaze locked firmly onto Diane’s lips

which were trembling with fear. As he eyed her, the fearful face that reflected in his pupils burned to

ashes with his fiery gaze.

“I… just want to give you your freedom,” Diane replied, the nervousness flashing across her eyes. With

Queenie in the picture, wouldn’t that marriage certificate tying Diane and Christopher together be a

bother?

“Freedom…” Christopher muttered as he repeated her words. Suddenly, his eyes darkened. “Do you

have the right to determine whether or not I’m free?”

“I…” Diane wanted to explain, but to her surprise, Christopher’s hand suddenly moved from her waist

to press at her chest. Just like that, he grabbed her left breast without a care or any gentleness; he

then squeezed it hard, and his touch punished her with malicious amusement.

“I was the one who started this game. What right do you have to end it?” he said through gritted teeth,

and his eyes were as ferocious as a wolf’s. He was as tyrannical as an emperor who stood high above

others as he eyed this woman who had to submit to him.