Love Coming from the Least Expected novel Chapter 4

Love Coming from the Least Expected Chapter 4

“I‟m here for a free breakfast meal. You don‟t mind, right,

Yvonne?” It was Christopher. Lyle didn‟t have any other close

friends besides him, and only Christopher would dare to act so

casually around both of us.

Without waiting for a response, he took my utensils from me and

started helping himself to the dishes set out on the table.

Lyle gave him a sidelong glance. “Those are hers.”

“Wait, really? Here you go, Yvonne.” Christopher casually handed

them back to me. However, I couldn‟t just resume eating

breakfast using these utensils after he had used them, could I?

When I didn‟t take the utensils from him, Lyle spoke up with a

slightly sour expression, “It‟s fine. Just take them and be more

careful next time. People will run their mouths if they see this.”

“You‟re right! I‟ll make sure to be more careful in the future.”

Christopher grinned brightly. “You have to be careful too, Yvonne.

If he eats another woman‟s food, that would mean he‟s cheating

on you.”

He then gave me playful wink.

Meanwhile, Lyle had stiffened, his hand frozen mid-air in the

midst of flipping a newspaper page.

His reaction satisfied me greatly, but I kept quiet.

After forcing out an awkward cough, Lyle changed the topic to

focus back on Christopher. “I haven‟t seen you recently.

Where‟ve you been hanging out?”

“Ugh, don‟t bring it up. My friend‟s boyfriend cheated on her, so I

had to accompany her while she caught him in the act,”

Christopher replied casually. “You should have been there to see

it! She and an entire group of girls stripped the guy and the

homewrecker down to their underwear and paraded them around

in the streets. It was a sight.”

Lyle coughed again, turning around to grab a glass of water for

his suddenly dry throat.

“Yvonne, if you ever want to go catch him cheating on you,

remember to bring along a reporter,” Christopher pressed on. “He

absolutely detests reporters.”

slightly, gesturing for me to knot his tie for him.

I hadn‟t done so in such a long time, and the last time I had, he

called my knot messy and ugly, so I wasn‟t sure why he wanted

me to do it now of all times.

After I was done, he pressed a kiss to my forehead out of

nowhere. “Wait up for me tonight,” he said stiffly. “I‟ll come back

to have dinner with you.”

I hummed in response and took a peek at Christopher‟s cheery,

mischievous expression, watching as he swiftly chucked

something into the trash bin.

Not long after the two men walked out the door, I heard Lyle say,

“Where‟s my flight ticket? I thought I had it on me…”

“Maybe you lost it,” Christopher replied. I couldn‟t see his face,

but I could hear the proud tone in his voice as he added, “I‟ll ask

someone to buy one for you later.”

I picked up the crumpled piece of paper from the trash bin. As I

had expected, it was Lyle‟s flight ticket. I smiled to myself and

sent Christopher a text message: You‟re so childish.