Unexpected Blessing After Divorce

Chapter 387

Chapter 387 My Throat Is Itchy

“Mr. Newton, if you have something against me, you can tell me directly.” Yuliana sat in her chair and looked at Craig in front of her with a calm gaze.

Craig smiled. “You’re the boss, and I’m just an employee. How would I ever dare to have an opinion about you?”

There was nothing wrong with the man’s tone of voice, but Yuliana noticed a hint of mockery in his words. Craig’s capability was obvious to all. For the past year or so, without Craig’s help, Yuliana wouldn’t have been able to secure her position, nor take care of Glory Corporation well.

Furthermore, it could be said that Craig was much more suited to be the person in charge of Glory Corporation than she was.

Yuliana looked at him, and after a long moment of silence, she uttered, ‘Mr. Newton, I hope you won’t bring your personal emotions into your work. If you have something against me, you can just talk to me about it.” Craig’s gaze toward her was icier than before. He leaned against the chair and smiled. “Ms. Livingstone, who do you think made it possible for you to sit in that seat and say those things to me?”

Yuliana was taken aback by his words, but she swiftly regained her senses and came to understand why Craig was behaving so abnormally.

“So, are you feeling indignant on behalf of Christopher? Yuliana cut straight to the chase. Anger flitted across her eyes as she continued after a brief pause, “Mr. Newton, do you need me to remind you that I have divorced him? Glory Corporation used to be Christopher’s, but now it belongs to me. He needed to give it to me, and I deserved it. I didn’t steal or rob him of the company. In fact, I got it legally. Perhaps, do you think that once a woman marries a man, she can only be tied to him for the rest of her life and be branded as his?”

Yuliana’s words rendered Craig speechless. Naturally, he knew that she was right, and his personal emotions and bias had gotten in the way of his usual rationality.

Realizing this, Craig instantly adjusted his emotions and apologized, “I’m sorry, Ms. Livingstone.”

Yuliana didn’t intend to accept his apology. She put her hand on the mouse and shifted her gaze toward the display screen, saying, “I’ve said what I needed to say. You may get back to work, Mr. Newton.”

Craig had more to say, but when he saw Yuliana’s icy expression, he swallowed his words and didn’t utter them aloud.

He then got up and walked out of Yuliana’s office. After hesitating for a moment, he whipped out his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang for a long time, yet no one answered it.

Thus, Craig hung up and stopped calling the number.

On the top floor of Prestige Club, Christopher was lying on the 6.5-foot-long couch with his eyes closed and cigarettes in his mouth. The smoke was almost clouding the entire space, and there was a wine glass in his hand that was hanging off the side of the couch. There was only half a glass of alcohol in the glass.

After taking a puff of his cigarette, Christopher took a sip of wine, and the liquor spilled from the corner of his mouth.

His phone had fallen to the ground and was ringing non-stop. The sound was ear-piercing and gave him a throbbing headache.

Suddenly, he sat up from the couch and threw the wine glass into the corner.

A loud crash resounded, and the wine glass was shattered into pieces.

Christopher kept hitting his own head, but the throbbing sensation made it feel as if his head was about to explode. His emotions were in disarray, and he was on the brink of losing control.

Yet, the phone was still ringing.

Christopher swiftly picked up his phone and threw it into the corner, just like he did to the wine glass. moments ago.

It was quiet, at last.

He leaned his head against the couch, and his rapidly-beating heart finally calmed down.

Nevertheless, the throbbing pain in his head wasn’t resolved at all and grew to be more intense.

Christopher opened his eyes, picked up the half bottle of spirits left on the table, and drank the liquor directly from the bottle.

The burning sensation in his stomach seemed to relieve the severe pain in his head for a moment.

But soon, a more intense pain spread throughout his head, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

He kept his eyes open and was staring blankly in a direction.

Christoper seemed to have caught sight of a familiar figure, who was holding a little boy’s hand and walking toward him. He reached out to grab them, only to find that they had walked past him and were going further and further away from him. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

The next time he woke up, he was in the hospital.

Raymond sat by the bed and was playing games.

When he noticed the movement on the hospital bed, he lifted his eyes and sneered. “You’re awake? I thought

you were dead.”

Christopher looked at his surroundings and closed his eyes once more. He placed his arm on his forehead and didn’t intend on moving or talking.

Although the pain wasn’t as intense as before, there was still a strong sense of discomfort.

Seeing that Christopher didn’t speak, Raymond put away his phone, stared at the man’s face for a while, and sighed. “Is your headache a sequela that developed from your time in prison?”

Christopher didn’t answer and continued to keep his eyes shut.

At that, Raymond lost his patience and kicked the bed. “Are you mute?”

“Shut up. You’re giving me a fucking headache.” Christopher frowned.

Raymond could only tamp down his anger and sit back down. “Forget it. I won’t hold you accountable since you’re a patient.”

Christopher narrowed his eyes. Only when he felt more awake did he lift the blanket and sit up.

It was still very bright outside.

Hence, Christopher couldn’t have slept long.

Christopher got out of bed and went to the restroom, washing his face with cold water. He relieved himself, then emerged from the restroom and kicked Raymond’s chair, asking. “What time is it?”

“It’s past three o’clock in the afternoon.”

Christopher looked around and didn’t find his phone. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he had smashed his own phone.

He then turned around and walked out of the ward.

Seeing this, Raymond kept his phone away and trailed after his friend. “Where are you going?”

“Getting discharged.”

Raymond hurriedly grabbed him. “Do you want to fucking die? The doctor said you have to stay in the hospital for observation for the next two days.”

“No need,” said Christopher, shaking his friend off.

Raymond knew Christopher’s personality. Once the latter had made up his mind, he would never, ever waver. Hence, there was no choice but to follow Christopher’s lead and allow him to be discharged.

After getting in the car, Christopher searched around the vehicle. “Where are the cigarettes?”

Raymond looked at him with a grim expression. “The doctor said you should quit smoking and drinking. You’ll die if you keep smoking!”

Fortunately, Raymond was looking for Christopher that day. However, he failed to get through to the latter’s phone and called Prestige Club to find out about his whereabouts. It was then Raymond found out Christopher had only returned to Prestige Club in the morning.

When Raymond entered the room, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes was so pungent that it hurt his nose. Meanwhile, Christopher was lying motionless on the couch as if he was dead.

Back then, Raymond was scared out of his wits, so much so that he could feel his organs trembling.

Fortunately, he found that Christopher was still breathing when he checked the latter’s breath.

“My throat’s itchy,” said Christopher.

“No, it’s not. Even if it is itchy, you have to endure it,” said Raymond.

Christopher decided not to talk nonsense with his friend. His eyes were half closed as he peered out of the window.

Looking at the man’s miserable and pathetic state, Raymond faltered slightly and said, “I heard from Craig about what happened Well, there are plenty of women in the world, not just Yuliana. Based on your looks, you don’t have to worry about not being able to get a girl.”

“In fact, I’ll find a couple of girls for you tonight. Chubby or skinny, submissive or domineering, I know them. all. I’m sure you’ll be satisfied,” he added.

Christopher slowly opened his eyes to look at him. “Raymond, what’s up with you? Why do you have so much to say?”

After a pause, he said, “Send me back to Prestige Club first.”

Christopher returned to Prestige Club and had someone send over a new phone. As soon as he installed the SIM card, he immediately received a call.

Seeing the caller ID on the phone screen, Christopher paused for a second and took the call by the floor-to-ceiling window.