Chapter 181 I’d Rather Be the One Wounded

• “Huh?” Diane was still massaging her pinched arm when she looked up and saw Christopher scowling at her. He asked, “I’m asking you how much time you spent keeping Wilcox company that day.”
• “Half an hour, perhaps?” Diane wasn’t very certain of that. How could she be specific? After all, she didn’t make a deliberate effort to calculate the time!
• “Half an hour…” Christopher stared at her with a chilling gleam in his eyes as the corners of his lips turned up strangely. “Great, that’s great. That’s so moving. You watched over a wounded stranger for half an hour in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Why have I never realized that you’re such a compassionate person, Diane?”