"Honey, what’s wrong with you?"

Janice asked worriedly when she saw that something was weighing on his mind.

Christopher did not hear her question at all.

He was thinking about what he had done. He really didn’t understand why he would do so many seemingly unreasonable things, like purchasing this ridiculously overpriced gem.

He could find an explanation for everything else.

For example, maybe he pretended to be poor because he didn’t want to meet a material girl.

Perhaps that marital fraud was used to cope with her grandfather’s urging.

Perhaps he dispatched his lawyer group to protect his reputation. After all, it was not a glorious thing to have a wife who had a criminal record.

As for why he was stabbed from protecting her, that was even easier to explain.

That was because he had a strong sense of justice.

All of this seemed to be explainable, except for the gemstone in his hand.

It was not worth that much.

No rational person would have any reason to spend several times the market price on it just to buy it.

However, he did.

Now the only way to explain his behavior was that he was stupid.

But was that true?

Would a genius, who could play around with technology in his teens, misjudge the value of stone?

The answer was no.

Then there was only one possibility left...

The answer seemed to be at hand.

Thinking of what happened between them the past few days and there seemed to be clues to follow.

Even so, he didn’t want to believe it.

As he calmed down, he hurriedly placed the gem back into her hand.

That was a heavy movement and Janice nearly did not catch it.

She held it tightly and complained. "Honey, be careful! Are you OK?"

"I’m not OK!" Christopher finally couldn’t stand it anymore. He pointed to the stone in her hand and asked, "Do you think it’s worth 100 million dollars?"

Janice didn’t understand why he would ask such a question. She looked at the item in her hand.

To be frank, she had no idea how much the gem was worth.

However, every time she saw it, she couldn’t help but think of the bloody scene of Christopher shoving it into her hand that day.

At that moment when his life was on the line, he placed the case in her hands.

It was no longer a matter of value.

She said, "In my heart, it’s worth much more than a hundred million."

"Then how much do you think is it worth?" Christopher asked.

Janice tightened her grip on the box. After a while, she said, "It is a priceless treasure, more precious than my life."

Her reply stunned Christopher. He stared at Janice’s face and was touched.

However, he quickly became indifferent and said disdainfully, "That’s because you are too covetous of money."

Janice slowly shook her head. "No, Chris. Even it was an ordinary stone, it would still be priceless because it’s you who gave it to me."

She stared at the man with tears in her eyes.

She would never forget the scene of him putting the box in her hands.

It could no longer be measured by money.

Christopher stared into her eyes. That sincere ray of eyesight shot straight into his heart.

He was afraid to hear such words at this time.

He ran away in a flurry.

Janice, however, stared at his departing figure, with a trace of disappointment in her eyes.

Although she did not know what was wrong with him today, she could tell from what he had just said that he was trying to deny something.

Was it really so hard to admit to himself that he loved her?

...

Christopher left home in a hurry and drove straight to Daniel’s club.

Daniel was rather surprised as he saw him enter hastily.

"Chris, can you drink now?"

He glanced doubtfully at the glass in Christopher’s hand.

Christopher looked at the wine in his glass. After hesitating for a while, he finally put the glass down.

"Give me a bottle of soda water on the rocks."

He took off the tie around his neck and said.

Looking at Chris who was on fire, Daniel thought, "Yeah, you really need some ice to cool down."

He ordered someone to bring it over.

Christopher downed it in one gulp.

Daniel could not help but frown. He had grown up with Christopher and James.

Among the three of them, Christopher was the most level-headed.

Daniel hardly saw him like this, so he was curious about it.

He asked, "What’s wrong? Did someone piss you off?"

Christopher didn’t respond, but instead opened another bottle and downed it. Then he looked at Daniel and said, "Dan, tell me, did I go crazy before?"

"What? Why do you say that?" asked Daniel.

Christopher said, "If I’m not crazy, why would I do so many... so many incredible things?"

He was a little emotional.

Daniel finally understood.

"Are you referring to your wife?"

Christopher did not say anything. To some extent, he admitted it.

Daniel thought in his heart. "I’m right."

However, for all these years, Christopher had never cared so much about anyone except for Janice.

"It’s simple. Men and women, the moment they fall in love, will do many things that are beyond common sense. In short, love will make them blind and impulsive."

Otherwise, those ascetics would not see love as a poisonous flower.

Christopher doubted his words. "Love? Do you think I love her?"

Daniel shrugged. "I’m not sure. After all, I’m not you, so I couldn’t possibly know what you were thinking. But as an onlooker, I think it is reasonable to explain it as love, otherwise, you are insane."

Daniel’s words made Christopher more confused. Did he really love Janice?

Daniel knew his confusion and comforted him, "Chris, whether you admit it or not, that is real. You may not accept it right now, but time will show you the real answer."

Daniel patted him on the shoulder with deep meaning.

Christopher did not speak. He sat there and continued to drink water until night.

Then he left the club.

As he returned to the villa, he saw Janice waiting in the living room.

He was stunned for a moment, but then ignored her and went upstairs.

Janice hurried to catch up with him.

"Honey, you’re back."

Christopher walked very fast, and she trotted behind him.

When she followed him all the way to the bedroom door, Christopher suddenly stopped. She had to stop and look at his face.

"Honey, does your wound hurt again?"

Christopher stared at her. There was a strange feeling in his heart. He paused for a moment and finally spoke in a cold voice.

"You should sleep in the guest room tonight."

Without waiting for Janice’s reply, he opened the door and walked in, closing the door behind him.

Standing before the closed door, Janice’s gaze gradually dimmed.

...

At this time, everyone in the villa had fallen asleep. She was the only one standing in the empty corridor.

There was a guest room next door. She had seen Daisy clean it up during the day, and it would only take a few steps to get there. However, her legs felt unusually heavy all kk of a sudden.

She knew that if she took this step today, she would be further away from him.

Therefore, she could not take that step.

She slowly squatted at the door.

In the bedroomâ€Â"

Christopher went into the bathroom to take a shower.

He took a simple bath.

He touched the wound on his back.

For the first time, he felt irritable.

Why happened to him?

Getting married, getting hurt, and behaving in such an odd manner.

That didn’t look like him at all.

What made him become so terrible?

He lost his temper in the bathroom. As he walked out, he subconsciously glanced at the tightly shut door.

"Has she gone to the guest room yet?" he thought.

But he instantly sneered.

It had nothing to do with him.

He restrained himself from thinking about such trivial things and lay down on the bed.

Finally, he was the only one left in the room.

Finally, he didn’t have to share the room with that woman.

However, somehow, he felt empty in his heart, as if something was missing.

He tossed and turned on the bed, but he still couldn’t fall asleep. Finally, he sat up, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the door.

He couldn’t suppress the curiosity. He got out of bed, slowly walked over, and opened the door.

However, he didn’t see the woman outside the door.

It seemed that she had indeed chosen to stay in the other room.

He had thought that she had a strong obsession, now it seemed that was already her limit.

He snorted and was going to return to his room before he caught sight of a figure squatting in the corner.

He was stunned for a second, then walked over and discovered that it was Janice.

She hugged her body tightly and curled up there, did not move at all. She was asleep.

Christopher frowned.

Didn’t he tell her to sleep in the room next door?

How did she fall asleep here?

He stretched out his hand, wanting to wake her up, but he thought of something and retracted his hand.

Since she wanted to spend the night here, then let her sleep.

It had nothing to do with him.

He turned around to leave, but stopped after taking two steps.

No matter what, she was still technically his wife now. Wasn’t it too callous to just leave here there?

Hesitating for a moment, he turned back, reached out to pick her up from the ground, and walked toward the bedroom.

Early the next morning, when Janice woke up and found herself lying on the bed in the bedroom, her first thought was that it must be Christopher who carried her back to her room.

He still cared about her.

She was instantly overjoyed. She quickly lifted the blanket and got out of bed, but did not find him in the bedroom.

She hurried down the stairs, but she still did not find him.

"Where did he go so early in the morning?"

She was wondering.

"Mrs. Bateman, are you looking for your husband?"

Nanny walked over.

Janice nodded.

Daisy said, "Mr. Bateman left for work earlier this morning."

Her expression changed when she heard this, and she could not help but feel a little disappointed.

He had gone to the company.

She had planned to thank him.

It didn’t matter. She could wait for him to come back.

Thinking of this, she was very happy in her heart. There was finally hope.

However, she didn’t see his husband until later that evening.