“Who is it?” Christopher called out from inside the house.

 

I simply stood by the door and glanced at Monica without saying a word. The look on her face turned nasty when she noticed the wounds on my neck and collarbone. “I said, I would like to see Chris! Please get out of my way!” she said arrogantly with her head held high.

 

I hesitated at first but eventually stepped aside when I recalled Julia’s words and how Christopher saw her as a sister.

Christopher was sprawled out in bed with only a tiny bit of the blanket around his waist. Noticing that, I quickly ran up to him and covered his body up fully. He’s my man! Only I am allowed to see his body!

Monica pushed me aside

in displeasure and held his hand out to me. Realizing his

swallowed hard in response, and I could tell she was trying her best to ignore my presence. She kept her gaze fixed on Christopher and said apologetically, “I’m sorry about what happened last night, Chris. I wasn’t thinking straight, and I shouldn’t have

need to get some rest, so you can leave now if that’s all you’re here to

 

lips were trembling, and her reddened eyes looked like they were going to

stared at her in

stand his gaze, Monica looked away as she continued, “What

 

difference does it make?” Christopher responded with

shot me a glance before asking, “Chris,

held me tightly as he replied, “Nope! I wouldn’t want my wife to get jealous now! Besides, you’ve got a

must you put me in such a difficult spot, Chris?” Monica’s eyelids fluttered as tears began flowing down her cheeks. Unlike Crystal’s pretentious

 

but I should probably give them some space to

said, “We’re running out of

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