Chapter 329 Tame Like A Rabbit
Back in the private room, Joshua was sitting with his legs crossed as he waited for Christopher to return.
I’m here to celebrate Chris’ birthday, but now that that girl is drunk, he left me all alone and went after her. Joshua lamented the loneliness of not having a partner himself. But what am I expecting? It makes sense that she is everything Chris thinks about. After all, he’s just one step away from getting the girl.
Now that he had asked Jeremy and the others to go home first, he figured he would just settle the bill and leave too. But before he could even stand up from the couch, the door was swung open, and there stood Christopher.
He seemed to be in a foul mood.
Hmm? What’s going on now?
Joshua observed his friend’s facial expression and asked slowly, “You came back… alone?”
Christopher did not say a single word. His gloomy and downcast face was enough to tell what happened. He sank into the couch and started pouring himself a drink before taking a shot.
Scenes of what happened earlier flashed before him.
She behaved so distantly and cold when she was around him, but she totally changed when Samuel was around.
She was as tame as a rabbit when she was with him.
It turned out that Samuel and he were meant to be competitors—both at work and in private—but this was not enough to put off Christopher.
Now that he felt he was challenged, he wanted to go all out.
I will see you crumble beneath my feet, Samuel Bowers. I will crush your company and I will take Natalie from you.
He gulped down another pint as Joshua watched him. The latter sat beside him and started drinking along with him.
“I don’t understand,” Christopher murmured.
“Huh?” Joshua looked at him, confused.
With his cheeks flushed and his head dizzy from the shots, Christopher asked, “Why… Why don’t you like me?”
He drilled his gaze into his friend, waiting for an answer. Joshua swallowed hard. “Well, I’m straight. I’m not attracted to men.”
“Stop your nonsense before I throw you into the river and feed you to the fish.”
Joshua zipped his mouth shut.
He rubbed his nose timidly before reaching for the porcelain bottle Natalie left on the coffee table, but before he could touch it, Christopher had already grabbed it defensively.
“Come on, I just wanted to take a look.”
“What if you break it? Can you afford to compensate my loss?”
Compensate your loss?
The heck? I’m like a brother to you! We grew up from the cradle together! Are you treating me like this just because of a woman?
Joshua could not understand his friend’s behavior.
You’re so dead, Chris. You’ve always been aloof and unfeeling, but now you’re getting all mushy because of her. I bet she’s a witch. She has you under a spell, and it doesn’t seem like you can free yourself from her anytime soon.
Joshua stayed back and drank liberally with Christopher.
When they were finally done, Joshua helped him out of the VVIP private room. “Stay right here. I’ll go get the car.”
Christopher leaned against the door weakly, grunting in return.
Not long after Joshua went off, Yara, who was all wasted, also came out.
They bumped into each other, and their gazes met.
Who is she? She looks like Natalie…
Did you come back for me, Natalie?
Christopher’s adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. He stumbled as he approached her.
She’s beautiful.
Her eyes, her nose, her lips, her features—her everything—they’re perfect.
Christopher cornered her against the wall, squinting his eyes at her, his gaze fixated on her face.
Yara stared at him sheepishly without the slightest idea what he wanted with her, but soon, she sensed the desire and greed oozing from his breath.
See, not all men are like Samuel. Not everyone likes Natalie.
There’s no way I’ll lose to an ugly duckling like her.
The thought thrilled her. She felt excited. She closed her eyes as she lifted her chin, seducing Christopher to come closer.
The man leaned forward, answering her beckoning.
Christopher got a whiff of her perfume as their distance closed.
It was not the refreshing and faint scent he always craved, but this new scent was alluring and elegant nonetheless.
Yara waited for him to plant his lips on hers, but that did not happen.
She opened her eyes, only to meet Christopher’s loathing ones.
