Chapter 29 My Husband Is Harry

Yuliana carried a lot of things in her hand, including a large bag of fresh vegetables and fruits, textbooks, and a laptop. She now had to open the door with one hand, while the other was holding all the stuff together. She had no energy to deal with Christopher, so she ignored his words and opened the door before going in with all the stuff in her hands.

Christopher, on the other hand, had no qualms about following social etiquette. Yuliana opened the door and had already gone inside, so he followed her in.

Yuliana put the messenger bag containing the textbooks and laptop on the couch, carried the vegetables and fruits into the kitchen, and put them in the refrigerator one by one. Only then did she begin to think about going out and dealing with Christopher. However, she saw Christopher leaning against the entrance of the kitchen with his arms crossed in front of his chest as soon as she turned around. Yuliana did not know how long he had been watching her.

Her gaze fell on Christopher’s figure for a moment. After a short while, Yuliana walked out of the kitchen and poured two glasses of water. She put one of the glasses on the coffee table and drank from the one in her hand slowly.

The most important thing to teachers was their throats. Yuliana’s mouth was dry, and her throat was sore after teaching several classes a day. Only drinking plenty of water could relieve the pain. In recent years, Yuliana had developed the habit of holding a glass in her hand when idle.

Yuliana took a sip from the glass and then looked at Christopher. “Mr. Solace, what can I do for you?”

Christopher walked over slowly and sat down on the couch beside Yuliana. He picked up the glass on the coffee table and held it in his hand. It was exactly the same as the glass in Yuliana’s hand. It was a common transparent drinking glass.

Christopher looked down for a while and did not drink. Instead, he said, “Shouldn’t I ask you that? What did you want from me the other day?”

Yuliana lowered her eyelids and took another sip from her glass. Christopher saw her movements and frowned. “Did you not have a drop of water for the past few days? Why are you so thirsty?”

Yuliana was stunned for a moment and said in a low voice, “I got two classes in the afternoon, so my throat is uncomfortable.”

not respond

no longer painfully dry. She put down the glass and answered Christopher’s previous question, “I actually wanted to ask you for help when I asked you to meet me

suspicious, but he could not think of any

don’t let me

and ran into the bathroom. Christopher was still figuring out what was happening when

bathroom was half-closed. He saw Yuliana kneeling on the ground and retching on the toilet when he opened the door.

so fragile and small when she curled in on herself. From the back, her trembling figure evoked

door for a while. He came forward when Yuliana stopped retching and took out several tissues from the tissue box. He then handed

before reaching out to take them. After wiping her mouth with the tissues, she pressed the flush button and stood up from the

her. She then weakly said,

walked to the sink and turned on the tap. The sound of splashing water echoed in the narrow bathroom. Yuliana concentrated on washing her hands, but she could clearly feel a pair of eyes staring at her

moment.

just been to the barbershop to trim her hair before school started. Strands of short hair escaped her ponytail and covered the side of her face, probably because of her

strands of hair that were covering Yuliana’s profile and thought that they were an eyesore as moments passed. He couldn’t help but reach out to

while she was washing her hands. She avoided Christopher’s hand in a very

hand touched nothing, and it

in her eyes, along with a trace of disgust that

stop himself from saying, “Ms. Livingstone seems to hate me very much, but what can

that. She stared at Christopher for a while and finally could not control herself when she

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