Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 41 Christopher Chased To The Hotel

After Vincent finished, he came over and helped me sit down on the sofa to rest. "I just talked with him

about something last night, and I feel that he is very deep in the heart. Tomorrow I will take you to

inspect houses, and you may meet him, but you don't need to think too much, just remember to greet

him!"

I was a very small-minded person, and I didn't like to see such a big person. Especially when I heard

Vincent say that the man was adept both at relations of the government and underground gangsters

and was cruel, I felt a little resistant, "Can't I go? Why do we have to buy a house? And must be a

house of his?"

Seeing that I seemed to be a little scared, Vincent reached out to touch my hair with a smile and

comforted me, "Half of the houses in City S belong to him. Now my family has business contacts with

him. It's not good not to buy his house!"

In fact, my point was not this, but why must we buy a house? Wasn’t it good to rent an apartment or

live in a hotel? Vincent's home was not in City S. Is it really meaningful to buy a hosue here?

"What I want to say is, if you really feel uncomfortable in the hotel, can you rent a house? Why do you

have to buy a house?" Although I also knew that the money of buying a house was nothing for Vincent,

I just felt awkward. Especially at this time, when he suddenly wanted to buy a house, it seemed that he

was deliberately making a vow.

Vincent didn't hide his thoughts. He looked at me tenderly and said. "Because I want to have a home!"

Looking at his expectant eyes, I suddenly panicked and turned my face to whisper. "Why do you

suddenly have such an idea?"

"That's because of you? Are you stupid?" As expected, Vincent was still the same him. Before he could

finish his sentence, he started to curse me again. After his patience ran out, he was so angry that he

simply stood up from the sofa. "I really don't know if you're really stupid or just pretending to be stupid.

Don't you really know who I'm buying the house for?"

I didn't dare to linger on this topic anymore, so I quickly changed the subject and said. "Okay, okay, I

know. But my legs and feet are inconvenient. Why don't you go and inspect the hosue tomorrow? I'll

just take my belongings to live in!"

After saying this, I suddenly remembered that I could not just move in with my bag. I didn't seem to

agree to live with Vincent, did I? If I said that, it showed that I agreeed. D*mn it, I wish this guy hadn't

heard it.

However, I said it so obviously. How could Vincent not hear me? He was likely to wait for me to say

this. "Are you promising me that you won't go to that b*stard's house? I'll remember what you said!"

"I..." I didn't know what to say. I wanted to go back on my words, but I was afraid that I would make

Vincent angry and make me suffer. However, I was a little reluctant to agree with him like this. My God,

what should I do?

After breakfast, Vincent went out to the company, and I, on the other hand, was bored in the hotel

watching TV. The TV was really boring, and there was nothing interesting, but I didn't even have a

mobile phone around me, and my feet were inconvenient. I really didn't know what else I could do

except watching TV.

The large room suddenly became lonely and boring. Looking around this luxurious but boring place, I

suddenly thought that the life of those mistresses who were supported by rich people. Life was so

luxurious but boring and made me desperate.

If I really continued to go with Vincent, would I live such a boring and luxurious life like those poor

mistresses? Until one day Vincent got tired of me and threw me out, I would have nothing at all?

Just as I was letting his imagination run wild, the doorbell in the living room suddenly rang. I thought it

was a waiter, so I limped over to open the door. However, the moment I opened the door, I saw

Christopher standing at the door like a ghost.

His smile was as elegant as before, but it frightened me. I stood where I was and didn't know what to

do.

"You, why are you here?" I stammered as I looked at Christopher standing at the door. I felt a vague

sense of alienation.

From the moment I left home last night, I clearly understood that he and I were already far away, really

far away.

Christopher still had a smile hanging on his lips. He extended his hand to me and indicated, "I'm here

to bring you home. I know you sprained your ankle. Come back with me! I'll take care of you!"

I looked down at his hand and instinctively took a step back, keeping a certain distance from his hand,

"No need, it's good that I'm here!"

Christopher didn't mention Vincent at all. He only looked at me and smiled sinisterly, "Be good, come Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

home with me!"

I was going crazy. What did he mean? He knew about Vincent and me, but he still pretended nothing

and looked calm?

"Christopher, don't be like this anymore. Let's divorce!"

Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and proposed a divorce with Christopher. Initially, I stubbornly

told myself that even if we're not together. I had to wait for him to speak to me. Because I had a reason

to end this painful relationship. But now, I actually took the initiative to speak it out?

Was I out of my mind? Or was it because Vincent treated me too well last night that I was no longer

hung up on Christopher's love and dependence?

When Christopher heard me say that I was going to divorce him, a sinister light immediately flashed in

his originally indifferent gaze. He paused for a moment, then once again extended his hand to me,

"Jasmine, go home!"

"Enough! Christopher, is it interesting to live fakely like this?" His stubborn attitude caused me to break

out in tears. I forcefully shook off his outstretched hand and yelled at him. "Who sold me to Vincent? Is

it interesting to pretend that you actually care about me now? Go home? What f*cking hom? Didn't you

sold me to Vincent ten million? Since that's the case, then you should keep your promise and stop

pestering me."

The moment Christopher saw my tearful eyes, a trace of heartache flashed across his face. He leaned

his body and walked into the room, closing the door by the way.

"Jasmine, I'm wrong. I'm really wrong. Can you forgive me? We won't divorce!" Christopher suddenly

hugged me with emotion and whispered in my ear.

If he had told me these words earlier, perhaps I would have forgiven him. But now, I only felt that he

was hypocritical. Shameless.

I pushed his body away forcefully, but due to the excessive strength and movement, my body couldn't

help but lean backwards. Christopher, out of habit, fell to the ground along with me. Luckily, there was a

soft carpet on the ground. Otherwise, my entire body would have been badly pained.