Christopher was taken aback by the so-called secret tunnel. After gaping in silence for a few seconds, he asked, “Is this the escape route you have been employing over the past decade?”
I leaned against his chest with my cheeks flushing when I recalled I had embarrassed myself more than once in front of him. He was always there when I was the most vulnerable in life.
In an attempt to defend myself, I rebuked while pursing my lips, “That’s very rude of you when this is my only way to a temporary carefree life away from the vicious ones.”
Christopher refused to make his way through the so-called tunnel. In the end, we climbed over the fence as though we were burglars breaking into someone else’s place. Nonetheless, he couldn’t be bothered and announced with his eyes gleaming, “Care to join me for an adventure?”
I felt a strong urge to cry as I couldn’t believe he had given in to my absurd request. No woman could possibly turn him down when he had gone to great lengths to fulfill his better half’s demand.
When I thought things would get worse, he showed up to my rescue and brought me away from the ones causing my pain. I felt a sense of serenity for the first time ever in my life.
He rushed me to a nearby clinic to get my sprained ankle treated once we fled. When the doctor tried to fix my leg, I started wailing due to the excruciating sensation. Unable to resist the urge to tease me, the doctor said, “What’s wrong with the ladies nowadays? Can they stop whining over everything?”
The doctor’s statement took me by surprise as he just teased a woman in her mid-twenties in front of another man.
“Who are you to speak when it isn’t your ankle that’s sprained?” Christopher deadpanned his reply, intimidating the doctor with a menacing aura.
I tapped on his hand and beckoned him to leave with me because it wouldn’t be wise to pick on a middle-aged doctor over something trivial. Christopher lifted me in between his arms and brought me out of the clinic. I told him I could walk, but he insisted on carrying me back to the car.
Right then, a Maybach had been pulled over in front of the clinic the moment we stepped into the clinic. I was impressed by the fact he managed to get his car delivered to his location within thirty minutes.
Once we boarded the car, I noticed Zachary was the driver. Afraid others would see me in between Christopher’s arms, I tried to move away from him, but my effort was to no avail. He wrapped his arm around my waist, indicating he would not let go of me.
I pinched him on his waist in an attempt to stop him. As a result, he held me firmly in between his arms with a frown. Running out of options, I decided to give in and enjoy the moment.
“You seem to be having a great time, huh? Have you any idea of the things I had to go through to run away from those thirsty women?” Zachary showed Christopher the stains that were all over his shirt.
Christopher chuckled and crossed his legs, teasing his friend in return, “Well, don’t you think it’s something you can be proud of? It means you’re quite an attractive man!”
“Thanks, but no thanks! I don’t need to be proud of something of that sort!” Once Zachary accelerated the car and departed, he asked, “Why do I feel like I’m a subordinate of yours instead of a friend?”
“Isn’t it natural to do your friend in help a favor?” Christopher queried in return. He instructed Zachary to hurry up without any signs of remorse.
I thought that was the way best friends were supposed to interact with one another. On the contrary, Lyle and Christopher’s so-called friendship seemed more like a friendship of utility rather than anything else.
Out of the blue, Zachary urged in a serious tone, “You had been spending most of your time away from home ever since your return six months ago. Your mother is searching high and low for you, and I’ll be running out of excuses if you don’t show up soon.”
