Love Coming from the Least Expected

Chapter 92

Since the Lane family was holding a party, he had to head back first. He took my hand and constantly shook his head. “The next time my dad holds a party, I must openly hold your hand.”

I laughed. “You’d better work hard then. I’m not that easy to woo.”

“Don’t worry. We’re already in love, so happiness isn’t far away.” Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Yeah, my happiness should be nearing. Once he left, I then began to prepare and dress up for the party. However, I soon became troubled. What exactly should I wear this time to make a good impression on his parents?

I first tried on the gown that Sabrina had prepared for me but found it too revealing. Although it showed off my figure and covered up flaws, elders and youths had different perceptions. Maybe they’d find me frivolous. Nope, absolutely not this one.

Then, sportswear? However, no one would wear sportswear to a party as it was very out of place. Eventually, I took out the dress I had worn when I met Mary after I got married. It was not because I was feeling nostalgic. Instead, it was because it was the most decent dress I had that was not too exposing.

I then made myself some lunch. Every meal, I would receive a call from Christopher. He said impatiently, “Dad’s merely celebrating his birthday. Why do they have to make it so troublesome? Isn’t it enough for everyone to have a family dinner together? As someone who doesn’t work, they arranged so many things for me to do. How annoying.”

He couldn’t stop whining. Thus, I smiled and replied, “He’s your dad, so you should do something for his birthday. Be good. I’ll be there in the afternoon. Don’t be annoyed. Remember, you’re not allowed to look at pretty girls.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll listen to you, Eve.”

After hanging up, I put the walnut cookies into a small bag, picked up my handbag, then left. Although I already picked my dress, I still needed proper styling. After all, if I merely pulled my hair into a ponytail, others would laugh at me. This was the most troublesome part of the upper class. One had to pay attention to their image at all times. Sometimes, I hoped that Christopher was a poor boy because that way, I would not have any burdens.

After spending the entire afternoon getting everything done, I took out my phone, which had been in silent mode. There was a series of missed calls from Lyle. I sneered and called back, asking in an impatient tone, “Why’d you call?”

As I could not bother to play along with Lyle then, there was no need to give him face.

“Where are you? I’ll come to pick up,” he asked fiercely, not caring about my tone at all.

“It’s fine. I’ll take a taxi. We can meet at the gates of the Lane family mansion.” Then, before he could get angry, I hung up. I did not want to spoil my good mood because of him.

In any case, he was with Crystal then. I had already heard a woman’s voice in the background, yet he still dared to call me. I wondered what she was thinking then. Why didn’t she force Lyle to divorce me? Does she like this kind of torment?

Thinking of Crystal, I then wanted to catch up on her news. Although many online discussions would probably be unfavorable to me, I at least had to know how much others scolded me. That way, I would not be too embarrassed.

Unexpectedly, the news from the day before yesterday had disappeared without a trace, especially the fake video. Instead, there was a video about fake and real mistresses circulating online, which had a lot of scolding in its comments section.

On one side, a group of keyboard warriors kept scolding Crystal for being a mistress and being shameless. They said that she was a mistress yet still wanted the legal wife to take the blame. However, another group said that it was true love, and the wife was insignificant.

Confused, I clicked on the owner of the post and was shocked. Two videos were attached. One was the scene of us confronting Crystal in the hotel. Yvette had pushed me, so I knocked into Crystal. However, I eventually did not say anything about getting bullied and had even saved Lyle. The video was shot very clearly and even included our conversation.

The other video was of us in the hospital. Everything was recorded—from when I entered to when I got hit. Furthermore, it even included what I said. As a result, the fake edited video was then completely baseless in comparison.