Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 586

“No matter if it is a drug deal or a private arms deal, it would not be easy to gloss over once caught. Although there may not be evidence, people will eventually notice if he continue to cause a stir. Then, it would be bad for the Goldstein family,” Christopher said.

I knew Christopher would never say something without basis. Furthermore, we saw Wesley at the border. Now that such an incident had happened, Wesley would inform Mark. Perhaps it was due to that incident that Mark found out I was his daughter.

“I will mention this matter with my mother. However, I’m not sure it will help.” Since Christopher was willing to hide Wesley’s existence, it was a concession on his part for Isabelle. For someone of his stature, it was something hard to accept.

“That’s enough. Don’t think about it anymore. I’m not worried about this. After going through so many things, I’m used to it. Furthermore, you have to learn to get used to it too. Come, let’s go for a meal,” Christopher said.

“It’s only slightly past ten o’clock. Isn’t it too early for lunch?” I asked in surprise.

“Yes, but poor me woke up this morning without my wife by my side and only an alarm clock to greet me. Furthermore, I don’t get to have homemade breakfast made by my wife, making me the most pitiful married man in the world.” Christopher slung his arm on my shoulder and continued with a pitiful expression, “I’m famished, so shouldn’t you have breakfast with me?”

I gave Christopher a hard slap on his back. “You didn’t eat breakfast? Are you picking a fight? Go and have your breakfast quickly. Skipping breakfast is bad for your health.”

I chatted with Christopher in the company and had breakfast with him. After that, he still wanted to skip work to go out with me. Therefore, I stopped him because many unfinished documents were waiting for him on his office desk. His assistant kept complaining as he carried in the said documents, saying it would be a disaster if Christopher did not deal with them soon.

Thus, it would be inconsiderate of me to want Christopher to spend time with me.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to spend time with you? It’s not every day that I make such an offer. How can you bear to reject me so heartlessly?” Christopher placed a hand over his heart and put up a heartbroken expression.

“Go back to your work. Can you act your age?” I pointed to the Lane Corporation building and said, “If you don’t deal with your work properly, Julia will be here to catch you. I don’t want to be blamed for making my husband skip work and turning him irresponsible.”

“Are you completely sure that you don’t want me to spend time with you?” Christopher repeated as I pushed him toward the company’s entrance.

“Go in. I’ll come to see you again tomorrow, is that okay?” I pushed Christopher into the company lobby.

“You’ve said it, so you must be here tomorrow.” Christopher suddenly seemed excited. “I’ll go prepare for tomorrow.”

“Prepare what?” I asked curiously.

“Condoms!” Christopher smiled exuberantly. He seemed thrilled as he said in a solemn tone, “I’ve never done it in the office. I think it will be more fun than doing it at home.”

“I…” I had nothing to say. We had only separated for a few days, and this was all he could think about.

I went home. However, when I walked into the compound, two men in black suits came over to me and bowed politely. “Ms. Yvonne, sir and madam are waiting for you. We are to bring you over to them.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“Sir?” I blinked in confusion.

A servant came up from behind them and explained, “It’s Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein. They are at Memoria Opera House. Madam Anderson said she tried to call you, but your phone is broken. Then, she called here.”

It was time for me to meet Mark anyway. The newspapers had caused such a stir, but I had not met my fabled father.

“Let’s go!” I immediately got into the car. One of the bodyguards gave me a box. I opened it and saw the latest phone model. It was beautiful. They even fitted in the sim card I threw away last time.

The bodyguards brought me to Memoria Opera House. It was a place for opera performances, and the singers sang in a language that I could not understand. If I were to watch a show here, I would fall asleep quickly.

Isabelle sat alone on a cushioned seat and said, “Sit down. Mark will be here soon.”

I looked at Isabelle. Although I had a lot to say, I asked instead, “Mom, who is my father? Whose daughter am I?”