Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 8: I Know Your Husband Is Not At Home

On the dining table, there was still the food Christopher cooked for me last night, but he was not at

home. I was secretly glad that he went out so coincidentally, only to find out that there was a post-it

note written by him on the table: "Jasmine, I'll go home and come back in a few days. Don't work too

hard, love you!"

I picked up the card on the table and looked at Christopher's fine handwriting. Suddenly I began to

think about my gains and losses.

Although there was nothing written on it, I could instantly feel his sadness.

Was he angry with me for not coming back all night? So he went home? But why did he send me this

note instead of calling me?

I picked up my phone and looked at it in confusion, only to find that it appeared to be switched off. 'That

must be Vincent. I continued to curse that bastard in my heart as I turned on my phone to check the

messages. What concerned me greatly was that there were three missed calls from Christopher.

Looking at the time, it should be within one hour he called me, At that time, I was......

Vincent probably felt annoyed and hung up the phone several times without my authorization, then

turned off the phone.

What would Christopher think of me? Would he think of me having an affair with someone outside?

I hurriedly took out my phone and called Christopher, but what I received was the sound saying the

phone was turned off. This time, I am even more flustered. I loved Christopher. Although I went with

another man again, I still loved Christopher. I didn't want to lose him, and I didn't want to lose the love

that lasted for four years and the marriage that I had worked hard to get.

Maybe I was a bitch, the kind of bitch who was sitting on two chairs, but who would understand my

helplessness? I really didn't want to do this. What I wanted was Christopher's love.

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I jittered and sent a message to Christopher telling him that I had made a mistake. I shouldn't have

turned off my phone. I was really sorry. But after I wrote the message, I suddenly looked at the words

on it with some hesitation. Then I deleted it and changed it, 'Christopher, why did not you tell me

sooner that you had gone home? I missed you so much!'

Yes, I became a hypocrite, and I was used to lie. I did not even have the courage to apologize to him

because I was afraid that whatever I said would be thoroughly investigated by a sensitive person like

Christopher.

I sent the text message to him, but it was as if a rock sunk into the sea. Christopher was just like he

was in the detention center, not available at all. Feeling a little helpless, I quietly pressed my phone and

waited for Christopher's response until I fell asleep on the couch, dazed.

Vincent had tortured me to death last night, so I was not in a good state. Just when I was in a daze, I

suddenly heard a crisp and melodious text message from my phone beside me. I was shocked and

hastily woke up from my sleep.

I thought Christopher was finally willing to reply to my text message. However, what disappointed me

was that the text message was not from him, but from Vincent.

Open the door!

It was just three words, but irresistible. I frowned and looked at the words sent by Vincent inexplicably. I

didn't know what to say.

Open the door? Why should I open the door? Was he standing outside right now?

This couldn't be! Christopher had just left and he was already here? What exactly was he planning to

do?