Unexpected Blessing After Divorce
Chapter 438

Chapter 438

Chapter 438 Push Your Luck

Wesley was silent for a short while. “I heard that something happened to Mrs. Livingstone.”

When the plane landed, he learned the news of the accident in Yrinas and then came directly from theairport.

That night, when he separated from Yuliana, he received a call from his superior and went to the borderto pick up an important person. During that time, he was completely isolated from the outside world.

When the plane arrived at Juxshire, the superior only then informed him of Sabrina’s accident.

On the way to the Champs Manor, he thought about calling Yuliana, but he did not dial her numbereven when he picked up his phone several times.

A few minutes later, Yuliana escaped from Christopher’s control and sent Wesley out.

Wesley looked at Yuliana silently for a while; his Adam’s apple rolled. “Yuliana, I’m sorry.”

Yuliana was stunned. “You don’t have to say sorry to me.”

She did not think Wesley had done anything wrong to her.

Instead, she failed Wesley.

“It’s me who should say sorry.” Yuliana laughed at herself. “As you can see, I’m actually quite a badwoman.”

Those words were not only said to Wesley but also as a self-inspection.

She did not know whether she had changed or whether something potential within her body had beentriggered to be released.

She really thought she was quite a bad person.

If Wesley was not that nice or did not like her that much, and they interacted just for mutual benefit,then she could still maintain their relationship with peace of mind.

However, she was unable to give Wesley what he wanted.

Wesley thought that he wanted Yuliana to become worse instead so that he might still have a chance tobe with her.

Both of them stayed silent for a while.

Wesley said, “Yuliana, Mrs. Livingstone is dead. I know it’s a big shock to you, but I still want to adviseyou not to act rashly. Since they dare to do something to Mrs. Livingstone, they will definitely do thesame to you.”

Yuliana tilted her head and looked at Wesley seriously. It was the first time she had looked at him withthat gaze.

“Wesley, I haven’t asked you what exactly you do for a living.” Yuliana pursed her mouth. “Three yearsago, Christopher asked you to protect me. I thought you were working as some sort of bodyguard atthat time. After a long time of getting in touch with you, it turned out it was not just that.”

She even thought that Wesley had done some illegitimate business.

However, no matter how good a friend was, a sense of boundaries could still exist, Therefore, whenWesley never mentioned it, she also never asked about it.

She believed that Wesley was not doing anything that would hurt her.

“But during the few days in Lofbury, I had a new understanding of you again.” The seriousness inYuliana’s tone had increased. “You know everything behind the death of my father and Aunt Sabrinaclearly, don’t you?”

Wesley frowned and did not answer Yuliana’s question.

Yet, not answering was the best answer.

Yuliana smiled, and her mind felt conflicted. She did not know whether she should feel glad or angry.

“So, what exactly are my dad and Aunt Sabrina to you?” Yuliana gritted her teeth and could not help toquestion, “In your eyes, do their lives not matter at all?”

“Yulianal” Wesley shouted in a solemn voice, “It’s not what you think.”

Yuliana took a deep breath and quickly adjusted her emotions. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Yuliana, I promise you that neither your father nor Mrs. Livingstone will die in vain.” Wesley’s tone wasunusually serious.

After Wesley left, Yuliana stood in the yard again for a long time.

October was coming soon, and it was a little cold at night.

She hugged her arms and looked up at the night sky.

It was hard to see the stars at night in Juxshire.

However, when she was very young, she seemed to hear a saying that people would turn into a star inthe sky after death. She thought it was ridiculous at that time and did not take it seriously at all, but now

she hoped. it was true instead.

It would be great if both her father and Sabrina became stars.

If she looked up, she could see them.

Yuliana was thinking when her shoulder suddenly felt heavy.

She lowered her head and looked, noticing that there was a coat put on her.

“Why are you standing in the yard alone?” Christopher’s tone was nonchalant, but a trace ofdispleasure could be heard when she listened carefully.

Just now, when Yuliana and Wesley were talking at the front yard door, Christopher was standing bythe living room window, watching them.

Although both of them did not make any intimate actions, as long as they stood together, Christopherwould feel uncomfortable in his chest. This kind of discomfort became more obvious after that night.

Yuliana glanced at him indifferently and said nothing. She then moved her legs and headed indoors.

Christopher was left ignored. He gritted his teeth and strode toward her, following behind.

After having dinner, Christopher kept Rowan company and played with him.

Yuliana went upstairs.

She filled the bathtub full of water and wanted to take a bath.

Perhaps the weather was getting cold, and her body always felt a little chilly.

Just when she was soaking in the bathtub, an idea suddenly flashed into her mind.

She slowly slid down until her whole body was submerged in water in the bathtub.

She held her breath.

One second, two seconds, three seconds… Twenty seconds, thirty seconds, forty seconds… Oneminute…. She became dizzier and dizzier, and her limbs began to lose all their strength. Herconsciousness also became blurred.

It turned out that this was the feeling of death.

With the swooshing sound of the water, Yuliana was dragged out of the bathtub.

“Are you mad!” Someone was roaring in anger in her ears.

However, Yuliana was still in a dizzy state and did not hear his words clearly. She was just thinking in adaze, “So, this is the feeling of death.”

She breathed in greedily for fresh air, and the oxygen slowly flowed into her body. Her consciousnessalso returned clearly, and she lifted the hair stuck on her face. She opened her eyes and looked atChristopher with an angry face in front of her.

They stared at each other.

One was calm and the other was irritable.

Suddenly, Yuliana reached out and pulled Christopher’s clothes.

They fell into the bathtub together. A muffled sound accompanied the sound of water splashing.

Yuliana’s head hit Christopher’s palm.

Not waiting for Christopher to react, Yuliana wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with herhead raised.

After the incident ended, it was almost early in the morning.

Yuliana lay down on the bed, lost in thought, while her fingers stroked the hand-embroidered pattern onthe pillow.

Christopher wrapped himself in a bath towel and dried his hair with a hair dryer before coming out.

He lifted the blanket and got on the bed. He then gave Yuliana wet kisses on her shoulder.

Yuliana frowned and turned around to avoid his kiss. She looked at him coldly and said in a slightlyhoarse voice, “You should get out of here.”

Christopher propped his elbow on Yuliana’s pillow, which she used to sleep on, and supported hishead. He lowered his gaze at her and said, “Ana, what you are doing is throwing me away after gettingthe help you needed.”

Yuliana replied in an indifferent voice, “I can ask for someone else’s help. It’s not like I can only ask foryours.” Christopher’s expression changed slightly. After looking at her for a while, he lay down. “Don’teven think about it.”

Yuliana’s body was feeling weak, and she had no strength to argue with him. She lifted the blanket andgot up from the bed. She put on the strap of her nightgown and planned to go to the guest bedroom tohave her rest. As soon as she took two steps, she was dragged back.

She turned to Christopher coldly. “Don’t push your luck.”

Christopher raised his eyebrows. “Is it me, or is it you the one who’s pushing your luck?”

He pursed his thin lips and asked coldly. His eyes were tinted with coldness. “Ana, what were youthinking when submerged in the bathtub?”

Yuliana was stunned for a moment. “Nothing.”