Chapter 80 Looking For My Child’s Mother
She turned around to look at Christopher and asked, “What are you doing here?”
She wondered if the lights in the corridor gave her the illusion of Christopher looking pale.
Christopher tilted his body with one arm supporting against the wall. His gray eyes were on Yuliana’s face. Then, he
drawled, “I’m looking for my child’s mother.”
His words sounded normal, but his tone sounded indescribably intimate.
Yuliana felt as though her heart was tickled. She pursed her lips and looked at Christopher for a moment. Then, she
said, “Don’t come to look for me again in the future. If you want to talk about the agreement, you can ask the
lawyer to contact me directly. I believe there is no way that you, Mr. Solace, could not afford a lawyer.”
Yuliana thought Christopher would sneer at her as before. To her surprise, he only looked at her with a faint
expression and did not refute a single word.
After a while, when Yuliana saw Christopher standing still against the wall without saying anything, she felt a little
strange. However, in the end, she did not say anything, turned around, and took out the key to open the door. Right
when she was about to enter her apartment, something was pressed against her shoulder.
She turned around and hurriedly stretched out her hands to hold against Christopher’s tall body. It took her great
effort to hold her ground.
“Get off me, Christopher!” Holding against Christopher’s body anymore, she pushed him hard. In return, she heard
Christopher’s suppressed gasp.
Stunned, she stopped pushing him and asked, “What’s wrong with you?”
After a while, Christopher replied casually, “Be gentle. It hurts.”
Yuliana did not know what was wrong with him. Recalling his pale face under the light, she hesitated for a while and
said, “Stand still.”
Christopher buried his head on the side of her neck and said in a faint voice, “I can’t stand still.” it was as though he
was throwing a tantrum.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtYuliana fell silent for a while, “Christopher, I’m feeling uncomfortable if you keep pressing against me like
this.”
Upon hearing her words, two seconds later, Christopher stood straight, his body shaking slightly.
Yuliana stared at his face again. She thought his face look pale because of the lights in the corridor.
When she got a closer look, she found that his face and lips were pale.
Yuliana exhaled slowly, pushed the door open, and entered her apartment. However, she did not close the
door.
The corner of Christopher’s lips curled upward. He then moved, followed Yuliana into her apartment, and closed the
door.
Yuliana did not have prepared any men’s slippers there. Previously, Christopher did not wear slippers although he
had gone there several times. Thus, after watching Yuliana silently change into her slippers and walk inside, he
directly kicked off the shoes on his feet and went inside in his socks.
Yuliana was nervous. She thought, “I know I shouldn’t have let Christopher enter my house, but my heart. softened
when I saw him in such a weakened state. Now that he has entered the house, I don’t know how to face him.”
Hence, she went to the bedroom and locked herself in, not planning to come out of her bedroom.
Christopher did not bother Yuliana. Instead, he went to the couch and looked at his phone for a while. He then
curled up and slept on the couch on his side.
Yuliana stayed in her bedroom for nearly half an hour, but she did not hear any sound coming from outside. In the
end, she could not stay any longer, opened the door, and walked out.
At a glance, she saw Christopher lying on the couch with his eyes closed. It was uncertain whether he had fallen
asleep.
Yuliana looked at him quietly for a few seconds, warning herself not to pay attention to him in secret. She
then returned to her room, took some clean clothes, and went to the bathroom to wash up.
When she came out of the shower, Christopher still lay on the couch in that posture. Although Yuliana was standing
a few feet away from him, she could see his frown clearly.
After standing there for a moment, Yuliana decided to ignore him and turned around to enter her room.
It was already half past ten, so it was bedtime.
Yuliana turned off the light, lay on her bed, and closed her eyes. However, her mind was rewinding the scene of
Christopher curling up on the couch. For some reason, she felt sympathy for him.
She then thought, “But, Christopher is not pitiful at all. He’s the youngest son of the Solace family. He is born with a
silver spoon and has been living a life of luxury since young. Many other people in the world are more pitiful than
him.”
Yuliana forced herself to sleep. However, two hours had passed. She tossed and turned, yet she failed to fall asleep.
Yuliana opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in the dark for a while. She then sat up, turned on the lights in the
room, lifted the quilt, and got out of her bed. Putting on a knitted coat, she opened the bedroom door and walked
out.
She came to the couch where Christopher was sleeping on his side.
Compared with the pale face he had a few hours ago, he had a slightly flushed face. However, his flushed face was
obviously not normal.
Yuliana bent down and touched Christopher’s forehead.
It was hot.
Yuliana frowned as she stared at Christopher’s face for a while. She pursed her lips and called his name,
“Christopher…”
As though he heard a noise, Christopher’s frown became deeper.
Yuliana patted him on the face gently and said, “Christopher, you’re having a fever.”
Christopher opened his eyelids. However, although he was looking in her direction, he was not looking at her as he
seemed to be unable to focus his eyes on her. He solely murmured gently in response to Yuliana’s words.
Yuliana squatted down and asked in a low voice, “Should I call an ambulance to take you to the hospital?”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmChristopher frowned, his expression showing his refusal.
Yuliana had no idea what to do with him. After a while, she got up to take the medicine kit. She took out a
thermometer from it and measured Christopher’s temperature. It was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Although the
temperature was not too high, it would rise to 102 degrees Fahrenheit or even 104 degrees Fahrenheit if the fever
persisted.
She poured a glass of water, found the antipyretic medicine from the medicine kit, and said to Christopher, “Get up
and take this medicine.”
Christopher remained laying on the couch, not moving at all.
After hesitating for a while, Yuliana stood up and held the back of Christopher’s neck, trying to help him up. The
moment her hand touched his back, Christopher’s body twitched, and he moaned.
Yuliana halted her movement and remembered what Christopher just said at the door.
“Be gentle. It hurts.”
At that time, Yuliana thought that Christopher was saying it casually. She suddenly realized it when she overlapped
his words with his current reaction.
She helped Christopher up slightly. As soon as she landed her gaze on his back, her eyes were fixated on the
intervening dark stains on his clothes.
It was blood.
It was already dry and stained on the gray fabric.
Yuliana stopped breathing for a moment.
She thought, “The way Christopher curled up on the couch just now must be because of the wound on his
back. It must be so painful that he could only sleep in that posture.”
Yuliana was flustered. She wanted Christopher to lie flat so that she could check the injury on his back. However,
the couch was so small that it was impossible for him, who was close to six feet, to do so.
After hesitating for a while, she got up, dragged Christopher to the room, and placed him on the bed.
She lifted his clothes and looked at his back. There were marks, which seemed to be caused by whipping, all over
his back. The whip marks overlapped, and almost no part of his shoulders and back were safe from the whipping.
Several parts of the flesh were ripped apart.