when she left he went crazy (Hope and Christopher)

CHAPTER 99

When she left, He went crazy

Chapter 99 Do You Pity Me?

Gotta say, power was indeed a great thing.

With just a word from Christopher, 1 suddenly realized that she couldn’t escape.

With a simple command from Christopher, there would be bodyguards forming a human wall in front of me, making it impossible for me to move an inch.

1 pursed my lips, turned around, and walked back to the room, locking the door behind me.

I thought tomyself, So what if he locks her up here? Fine, let him. After all, she’s just a bystander now.”

Valence Manor was not lacking in food or drink, with people to attend to me. At most, I would have to wait until the divorce cooling–off period, then I would be free.

1 and Christopher’s room remained unchanged. The servants knew Christopher didn’t like others touching his things, so when cleaning, they only did basic tidying without moving anything.

My slippers, skincare products, bedside reading materials, hair ties, and other personal items were all untouched in their original positions.

However, there were traces on the bed indicating that someone had slept there.

I was somewhat surprised. Christopher was still staying in this room, and he hadn’t cleared away the traces of me living here.

Shortly after I finished showering, there was a knock on the door. I didn’t move, not wanting to engage.

After a while, Barry’s voice came from outside. “Mrs. Valence.”

Only then did I get up to open the door, asking, “What’s the matter?”

Perhaps caught off guard by Barry’s betrayal, my tone toward him wasn’t tog friendly.

Barry, however, persisted. “The servants found that all the clothes Christopher changed out of were stained with blood. I went to check and found that his wound was still bleeding. He refuses to call a doctor. Would you help persuade him?”

“Let Evelyn Valence do it.”

I forced myself to sound tougher. “Or lyt Brenda. He likes to listen to them the most.”

“Christopher has you in his heart now. Mr. Valence and I have long seen it clearly.”

Barry earnestly continued, “But you two, you’re blind to your own situation.”

At Barry’s words, a tinge of bitterness crossed my mind.

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I couldn’t believe that Christopher had feelings for me.

It all seemed rather absurd, like some strange event.

I watched as Barry, who had aged considerably since Grandpa Valence’s departure, finally saying, “Alright, I’ll go talk to him. Don’t worry, go to bed early.”

Barry had always been by Mr Valence’s side, with no wife or babyren, solely dedicated to the Valence family’s affairs.

Now that the Grandpa Valence was gone, Christopher was left to manage everything on his own, focusing solely on the conglomerate. The rest relied on Barry.

Christopher was in the adjacent room. I knocked on the door and heard a calm voice. “Come in.”

Suppressing my emotions, I entered the room. Christopher was at his desk dealing with business matters, his hair slightly damp, his profile elegant and focused.

He wore a white bathrobe, with blood seeping through it.

Christopher flipped through documents without looking up. “Barry, you don’t need worry. Go to bed.”

“Barry b

gone to bed.”

With a mindset of easing others‘ burdens, I gently said, “He said you’re bleeding. I’ll call the doctor.”

The Valence family had a dedicated team of family doctors available 24/7.

Christopher finally looked up, his sapphire–like eyes meeting me, a mix of emotions evident. “No need. Despicable people don’t need doctors.”

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I didn’t bother arguing with Christopher. “Fine.”

Christopher didn’t want help, and I had no grounds to insist. Christopher never liked listening to my chatter anyway.

After their brief exchange, I turned to leave.

“Change my bandages. Christopher’s voice came from behind.

“I’m not a doctor. I don’t know how to change bandages, and I don’t have any supplies.”

“I do, and I know how, Christopher said as he got up and walked over, each step seeming to crush my heart. “I’ll teach you how.”

“You can do it yourself.”

With that, I tried to leave.

“Hope Royston.”

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Christopher’s dry hand suddenly grasped me, his voice gravelly. “It hurts.”

Just two simple words, but they caused my defenses to crumble.

And after all, it was a gunshot wound, not something to be taken lightly.

I looked at Christopher, skeptical. “Christopher, how come I never noticed before that you’re so good at playing the victim?”

Christopher lowered his gaze casually. “So do you agree??”

“No.”

I said and turned to go, but Christopher’s forceful grip brought me back. For the first time, he lowered his proud head and softly said, “It really hurts.”

ment, even

In that moment, even I wanted to scold myself in my heart. “Hope, you’re such a fool.”

But thinking of Christopher’s injury, I couldn’t bring myself to be harsh.

Pitying a man down on his luck,

That statement wasn’t entirely wrong.

In the end, I relented. “Where’s the medicine?”

“On the sofa.”

As I approached the sofa with a bag in hand, Christopher was already seated on the bed, his gaze following me every

move.

Opening the bag, I found everything I needed, bandages, iodine, hemostatic medicine, and more.

Everything was prepared, just waiting for me.

I looked at Christopher in confusion. “Are you so well–prepared because you’re waiting for Evelyn Valence to come and tend to your wounds?”

But that was unlikely, as Evelyn was with Charlie.

Christopher frowned. “Hope Royston, are you so silly?”

It wasn’t the first time I had experienced Christopher’s malicious words, and I didn’t care to argue. I simply said, “Take off your clothes.”

As Christopher complied, I gently removed the layers of bandages. When I saw the blurry wound, my heart clenched in pain.

I couldn’t help but wonder why Christopher had taken a bullet for me so decisively that day.

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Shouldn’t self–preservation be human nature?

I didn’t figure out it and carefully tended to Christopher’s wound. He didn’t say anything unnecessary, except for teaching me how to do.

Just then, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

After bandaging Christopher up, I couldn’t help but ask, “Does it hurt a lot?”

“Do you pity me?”

Christopher’s deep eyes met me, seemingly trying to peer into my soul, mixed with some expectation.

Feeling my heart skip a beat under his gaze, I quickly looked away, denying. “No.”

“You’re lying.”

Christopher scrutinized me, knowing me well. “Every time you lie, you can’t look someone in the eye.”

In the end, I almost fled.

The next day, I deliberately slept in, avoiding breakfast with Christopher.

Christopher was busy with work, coming and going early. By missing breakfast, I could avoid seeing him. By the time Christopher returned in the evening, I would already be in my room.

They wouldn’t have to face each other until it was time to divorce.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I stepped out of my room, I bumped into Christopher.

He was dressed in a meticulously tailored black suit, tall and elegant, but he seemed to be in even more pain from the gunshot wound, his back slightly bent.

“Why haven’t you left yet?” I asked, puzzled.

Christopher smirked. “Are you that afraid of me?”

“I hope you understand that there’s a fundamental difference between fear and disdain.”

I had just f

just finished speaking when I saw Christopher’s dark face, and I suddenly felt a sense of relief.

A servant hurried up the stairs. “Mr. Valence, Mrs. Valence, Brenda and Evelyn have returned.”

I frowned, looking at Christopher in disbelief. “You allowed this?”

When she left, He went crazy