"What’s wrong?"
"Um..." She scratched her head and frowned at that ’rag’, puzzled, "The shirt hanging by the bed... What’s up with it? Did you get into a fight? It’s all torn up."
Christopher paused noticeably before responding seriously, "Yeah, I got into a fight with a woman."
"What?" Alia sat up in surprise, her previously drowsy eyes now wide open, "You fought with a woman?"
"Yes, the woman got drunk and tried to force herself on . I didn’t want to take advantage of her, but in the end, she completely abused and tore my shirt to pieces... Oh, poor , a cripple with limited mobility, unable to run or escape, had to succumb to her tyranny in the end..."
At first, Alia listened attentively and even felt worried for him.
But the more she listened, the more sothing seed off!
What does he an?
Could that drunken woman be a reference to herself?
"Christopher!" As her mind gradually cleared, her intelligence restored, she slapped the bed angrily, exclaiming, "What nonsense are you talking about! Are you saying I forced you?!"
"I never said it was you."
"You’re just one step short of naming , do you think I’m stupid?!"
The man let out a low chuckle, "Last night you, drunk, were truly a silly little fool."
"You’re the fool, your whole family’s..."
No, she couldn’t insult the innocent kids.
She held back her frustration, exasperated, "What exactly happened last night? I’m telling you, I didn’t black out! I rember everything! Don’t try to fool and pin fabricated cris on !"
"Didn’t black out?" Mr. Hart chuckled, "Then tell , what did we do in the car on our way back?"
In the car?
Alia thought seriously, in the car... didn’t she and Christopher just sit obediently in the back seat?
"Can’t rember? Let remind you, you insisted that I’d take advantage of your drunken state. I didn’t, but it was you who couldn’t hold back, throwing yourself into my arms, hugging and kissing , forcing to take advantage of you—In the end, who was taking advantage of whom... haha."
"..." Alia hadn’t initially recalled all those details, but with Christopher’s detailed recounting, the fragnts slowly pieced together in her mind.
"This is the first ti I knew, usually so proper, you beco so aggressive when drunk... Couldn’t unbutton my shirt, so you just yanked it open, buttons scattered all over, still lying in the crevices of the car seat, I presu."
"That wasn’t all. When you couldn’t take it off, you started tearing it apart and even used your teeth... You know that fabric is quite strong, right? You ended up leaving red marks all over ."
This was probably the most shaful, scandalous mont of Alia’s life.
A classic social death scene!
Holding her phone in one hand and rubbing her forehead with the other, she lowered her head so that her long hair covered her face, making it hard to tell if she was laughing or crying.
"Christopher..." Suddenly, she raised her head, assuming a serious expression despite the phone between them, "Stop making things up! I wasn’t drunk last night, I rember everything I did!"
"Don’t believe ? When I get ho tonight, I’ll show you the marks."
"No!" She quickly refused, "Don’t co over tonight! I don’t want to see you!"
"Really? I had so good news to share with you, but since you said that... never mind."
"Good news?" Curiosity piqued Alia again, "What good news?"
"Are you welcoming tonight?"
"You can tell now, on the phone."
"It has to be said in person."
Seeing he was teasing her on purpose, Alia’s expression changed instantly, "Go away! If you won’t say it, forget it, don’t bother tonight!"
With those words, she angrily hung up the call.
The next second, she pounded the bed in despair... How could she have been like that when drunk, so embarrassing she could die boohoo.
The so-called good news Christopher ntioned, Alia didn’t wait until evening to find out.
When she got up to have breakfast, she naturally paid attention to the stock market and the confrontation between Seal-Cloud and Peak Industries.
Just as she spotted sothing significant, Snow Fitch sent a voice ssage: "Darling, what’s up? Did you see the news? That arrogant guy attempting to forcibly acquire Seal-Cloud is out of options!"
"My brother said, at this stalemate for a few days, that Peak Industries will definitely collapse completely! Such a huge amount of funds is surely mostly financed. Only a quick decision would allow them to repay the debt, but now Seal-Cloud has a bigger edge, they don’t stand a chance, prolonging will kill them!"
Excited, Alia put down her chopsticks and happily picked up her phone, "I just saw the news! No wonder Christopher called this morning to say there was good news."
"Haha, he really owes it to you this ti! Otherwise, he’d be the one crying right now! Tsk tsk, what’s that saying? When a couple is of the sa mind, they can break gold!"
Alia blushed slightly, chiding, "Who’s married to him, he’s dreaming!"
"Oh co on, don’t be so coy. You’ve already supported him to this extent, don’t you consider him your husband in your heart?"
Alia beca increasingly bashful, impatiently saying, "Alright, alright, you’re busy, I’m taking care of the kids!"
"Let Christopher treat us soti!"
"Sure, sure!"
After finishing the WhatsApp chat with her best friend, Alia checked out the financial news again, the more she looked, the happier she got.
From the beginning of the year till now, over a month, they’d been tense every day, finding ways to raise money and thinking of strategies.
Even the previously arrogant and aloof Christopher had swallowed his pride these days, attending nurous social events, running around negotiating with people.
Finally, the heavens didn’t fail those who put in the effort.
They finally overca this crisis!
After the joy, Amy forgot about the harsh words she had said earlier and imdiately opened his WhatsApp.
[Co over tonight, I’ll cook myself.]
At the company, Christopher saw this ssage, and a satisfied smile curled on his lips.
Lucas King was reporting work across from him, and couldn’t help but inquire, "Is it a ssage from your wife?"
Mr. Hart glanced at him.
He chuckled and sincerely said, "We really owe this to your wife! If it weren’t for the funds she raised that helped us gain so shares in the secondary market, perhaps that Peak Industries boss would be sitting in your position now."
Christopher didn’t say anything out loud, but his heart was already all soft and mushy.
With a woman like this, how should he pamper, cherish, and love her, to make it enough?
"Go order a bouquet of flowers, put it in the car after work." Christopher instructed in a calm voice.
Lucas King was delighted, "Alright! I’ll do it right away!"
As Lucas was about to leave, he suddenly rembered sothing and turned back, "By the way, President Hart, since the company’s crisis is resolved, should we schedule the surgery for the hospital? After all, the longer this is delayed, the more dangerous it is for your leg."
Christopher needed a nerve exploration surgery on his right leg, it was actually better the sooner it was done. But because the company’s crisis had kept him so busy, it had been delayed.
Hearing this, he thought for a mont and nodded, "Tonight when I get ho, I’ll discuss it with my wife."
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