A Night To Remember

Chapter 50 You Actually Have Feelings for Her, Right?

Chapter 50 You Actually Have Feelings for Her, Right?

Diane was sure of it—she’d made sure that the cup was in Queenie’s hand before she let go of it.

However, the cup had toppled over nonetheless, spilling the piping hot milk all over the sheets.

Meanwhile, Queenie’s hand seemed to be scalded by the heat as well, for she clutched her hand as

her face scrunched up in a grimace.

“What’s with you? Why can’t you even hold a cup properly?”

Christopher’s sudden complaint came as a shock to Diane, and she shuddered slightly. She turned

toward him in an instant, but his attention was already on Queenie as he stood up and swiftly tore away

the blanket which was now drenched in milk.

“How’s your hand? Does it hurt?”

“I’m fine.”

Queenie shook her head and said, “It’s nothing—it’s just a little splash. It’s not Diane’s fault.”

Christopher held her hand and carefully observed the scalded areas before turning back to Diane.

His expression was cold, and she wanted nothing more than to look away.

“I’ll get the doctor to take a look at Miss Hayworth’s injury,” said Diane hastily. Then, she turned around

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After walking for quite a distance, she finally started to calm down from her nervousness. She took a

deep breath and headed to the doctor’s office when someone called out from behind—the voice was

cold and demanding.

“Stop right there.”

She had always been an independent person, so she didn't feel the need to comply with anyone’s

command.

However, that particular voice had the power to make her instinctively stop short in her tracks.

Diane didn’t turn around, but she could feel his intimidating presence approaching.

“Why did you spill the milk earlier?”

Christopher’s mind seemed to be set on the matter; he came up to her and questioned her directly.

However, judging from the way he had asked… Does he think that I did it on purpose?

“Mr. Wayne.”

Diane finally looked behind. She raised her head and stared straight at Christopher’s unblinking gaze

without the intention to avoid the subject. At that moment, her almond eyes were firm and filled with

determination.

“If I was planning to spill it on purpose, firstly—I wouldn’t have done it right under your nose. Secondly,

I would have splashed it directly onto her face, not all over the blanket where it wouldn’t injure her at

all.”

Her breaths were slightly rushed and she was trying her best to hide the fact that she was nervous.

Nevertheless, the flush that crept up her face as she spoke had completely betrayed her intentions.

Christopher lowered his gaze and caught the faint redness on her face. Soon enough, his eyes

darkened considerably with realization.

“You’re saying it was an accident, right? If that’s the case, why are you nervous? Why are you

panicking?”

He caught her wrist and gripped it tight before he pulled her close with a yank, stunning Diane briefly.

Meanwhile, his breaths became harsher as he narrowed the distance between them.

“W-What’s there to panic about? Please don’t jump to conclusions, Mr. Wayne.”

“Me? Jumping to conclusions? If it was an accident and you’re not panicking, then what is it? Are you

mentally retarded? Is that why you can’t even hold a cup properly?”

The vicious insults which she was all too familiar with escaped his lips. Diane was rendered speechless

by his snappy arguments, and she couldn’t help but glare at him sharply.

“You’re the one who’s mentally retarded. Whatever it is, you’re wrong. Let me go—I’ll go and get a

doctor. After all, I can’t afford to have your baby girl hurt her hand, so please let me go, Mr. Wayne.”

Diane flung away his hand and bolted like she was running for her life.

Christopher stood on the spot as he watched the leaving woman’s petite figure. The mocking smirk on

his face faded away and he pursed his lips as a hint of curiosity surfaced in his eyes.

When he turned around, he noticed a frail figure by the door to the ward. Christopher immediately

quickened his steps toward her.

“Why did you get up?”

He frowned with faint displeasure in his eyes. Queenie was leaning against the door as she glanced at

where Diane had run off to. Then, she slowly turned to look at Christopher again. Bearing her dull

complexion and pale lips, she smiled weakly at Christopher and said, “You actually have feelings for

her deep inside, right?”

“There’s no such thing,” Christopher replied almost immediately as his frown deepened momentarily.

Then, he put an arm around Queenie’s and helped her inside.

Although he was looking elsewhere, Queenie's gaze was fixed on his face.

“You know, Christopher, I’m not hoping that you’ll stay with me forever. You know I…”

She paused, and the smile on her face took a melancholic turn. Queenie then continued, “To be frank,

I’m happy just to be able to see you. I know anything more than that is too far out of reach now.”

Queenie spoke softly with a certain gentleness which sounded as though she was on the verge of tears

—it was painful to hear indeed.

“Don’t say that—there’s still time, so you’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure there’s still time?”

Queenie stopped walking and looked up at Christopher. On the other hand, he returned her gaze. After

a long while, he finally nodded and said, “Of course there is.”

“Christopher…”

Queenie breathed softly as she gently leaned forward and placed her head against his chest; she then

wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

At that moment, she was immersed in her happiness. However, within seconds, she realized that the

man’s body had visibly stiffened in her embrace.

The tenderness in her gaze darkened and she pursed her lips without loosening her hold around the

man. Instead, she reached her arms further and hugged the man tighter before she said in a whisper,

“Do you know, Christopher? My hopes were completely shattered when I first arrived in Australia. For

the longest time, I missed you so much—I thought about you day and night, and I couldn’t sleep at all.

After some time, my mom told me that if I kept doing this to myself, I would torture myself to death

before I even get to see you. I was so scared, Christopher; were you ever aware of that? I was so

scared that I wouldn’t see you again.”

Queenie’s trembling voice echoed in the room as she choked back her tears. Christopher clenched his

fists before he eventually raised his arms and gently wrapped them around the woman’s body.

“You should’ve told me the truth earlier.”

“I couldn’t tell you, Christopher. I was really scared…”

Queenie buried her head in his chest and kept on repeating the fact that she was afraid.

Christopher looked up from her, and his gaze shifted toward the floor-to-ceiling windows in front of him

—it was now dark outside.

After a long moment, he let out a sigh so soft that it was barely audible.

“Everything’s fine now, and it’s all in the past.”

Then, he pressed his lips together and didn’t say another word. His eyes were still on the glass

window; his heart grew heavier as he stared at the night sky.

Queenie finally raised her head after a while, and she slowly pulled away from Christopher’s arms.

Her face was stained with streaks of tears—she looked nothing like the strong-willed woman she

usually was. The look in her eyes as she looked up at him even had a sense of misery to it.

“Christopher, if you have feelings for Diane, you should go for her—I won’t stop you. I just hope you’ll

be happy with her. After all, this is already more than enough for me.”

“How could you say something like that? Nothing is going on between me and her.”

Christopher frowned as he recalled the moment when Diane ran away in a hurry. Just then, an odd

feeling rose to his chest.

“All right, that’s enough. Go and lie down on the bed; the doctor said that you can’t stand up for too

long.”

Queenie looked toward Christopher as her vision was still blurry with tears. She wanted to say

something else, but she swallowed her words after some thought. She nodded and simply said, “Okay.”

Then, she turned around and lowered her head as she buried the doubts in her heart.