Chapter 8 The Man She Slept With Six Years Ago

"Christopher…" Zacharias was getting scared as well, but he was shocked. Christopher hated it when strangers tried to approach him, but he was acting strange with Yvonne and the boy.

"I'm really sorry, Christopher. Lara got into a car crash and needs a new kidney. She owes Lara that, and I don't want her to pull any tricks, so she's staying here for a while," Zacharias explained.

Christopher said nothing. He didn't like to meddle in anyone's affairs, especially not Zacharias'.

Since Christopher wasn't saying anything, Zacharias tried to pry the boy off of Christopher. "Let go, you brat!"

Brady stuck his head on Christopher's leg and hung on like a koala. He might be young, but he knew how to observe people. He could see Zacharias was a bad guy who bullied his mom, but that bad guy was scared of this guy he was holding on to.

Yvonne was panicking, but she also felt for Brady. He was just a five-year-old, and yet…

"I'll take you to daddy, Brady. Now let him go, alright?" Yvonne coaxed gently.

"Find your lover and tell him to take the bastard away!" Zacharias hissed, holding back his temper. He couldn't pull Brady away.

Christopher stared at the boy. His snot was all over Christopher's trousers, but he wasn't mad. Instead, he wanted to laugh. 'A five-year-old, going this far…' he mused.

"Are you my daddy?" Brady raised his head and asked innocently. "Can you be my daddy and protect my mommy?"

Zacharias' face was black as thunder. He didn't believe a kid could say that. It must be Yvonne's teachings.

"Brady…" Yvonne sobbed. "Listen to me. He's not your daddy."

Brady was a little downcast. Since the stranger didn't answer him, he slowly let go. Christopher watched as the boy and Yvonne were taken to the backyard, and he said nothing. All he did was stare at his pants. It was a little dirty.

"Mr. Gunther." His assistant, James Crust, came over in a hurry and gave him a set of clothes. "Wash yourself up and change into this. I'll toss the pants away." James knew Christopher too well. All dirty items must be thrown away.

"No need for that," Christopher said and left.

James took a deep breath. He wondered, 'No need? Man, he is hard to figure out.'

Christopher got into the car and stared outside pensively. He tapped on the windowsill and asked, "James, it has been six years. Have you not found her yet?"

James held on to the steering wheel nervously. "Sir, the surveillance cameras were malfunctioning that day, so we got nothing. And you didn't ask me to check right after you left."

Christopher's face fell. "Are you blaming me for this?"

"No, sir. That's not what I meant. It's been years, so investigation is hard."

James Crust thought, 'I'm doing charity work here. If I find out who that woman is, Mr. Gunther will skin her alive.'

James had been working with Christopher for seven years, and he knew his boss all too well. Christopher was a clean freak, and any woman who tried to sleep with him met grim fates.

Six years ago, a woman actually managed to sleep with Christopher. Thanks to that, some top managers of the company got dragged into a whole mess, and the management was reshuffled. There weren't a lot of people who could set Christopher up.

Christopher didn't want to find that woman at first. He thought it was just some set up for a trap, and perhaps that woman would appear someday to demand something from him.

Then years went by, and nothing happened. Christopher couldn't hold it in eventually. In the third year, he asked James to look into the case, but too much time had elapsed and he couldn't find anything.

James thought Christopher might've drunk some spiked alcohol that night and had a dream.

"Tom isn't talking still?" Christopher asked coldly.

"All he confessed was spiking your drink, but he wouldn't confess about setting you up with a woman." James was resigned as well.

Tom Fisher was one of the company's top managers, but for some reason, he set Christopher up.

Christopher massaged his forehead and closed his eyes in exhaustion. "Keep looking into it." Christopher's obsession with the woman was abnormal. He didn't know if he was looking for her to punish her, or because he wanted to get to know her.

Some time ago, he started dreaming about that night.

"Don't touch me. Please."

"I have money. I can give you a lot of money. Please, let me go."

All he remembered was that woman crying and begging for mercy. What happened that night wasn't just because of the spiked drink; Christopher desired that woman as well.

The lights were unlit, and he didn't see the woman's face, but her scent seduced him. Then his eyes snapped open. Huskily, he said, "Stop the car!"

Perhaps he was imagining things, but Yvonne's voice and the scent she gave off were similar to that woman's.