Chapter 114 Take A Photograph Of My Adulterer

• “Get up!” I implored anxiously. “What if Lyle barges in and sees us together? There would be a lot of people with him. All of his wicked friends.” I shoved him again. If he wanted to be with me, we cannot be seen together yet.
• “Alright. Give me a kiss, and I will obey you, albeit reluctantly.” Christopher rubbed his eyes and sat up. Without his usual mischief, coupled with his disheveled hair, he looked just like a child forced to wake up before he had slept his fill.
• The voices outside grew more intense; it wasn't the time to argue. I hurriedly kissed him on the cheek so that he would leave.