All Chapters of My Redemption with Mr. Tycoon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Chapter Seventy-One; A Sleepover with TessaAs we drove through the streets, I couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation and curiosity. Christopher had been quiet but attentive, his hand resting on the steering wheel, his other occasionally drifting over to rest on mine. A comforting silence filled the car, one that felt intimate in its simplicity.Today, he had chosen to discard his chauffeur, and drive me around for a bit.We made a sudden stop, and I glanced up, a bit surprised. He’d pulled over in front of a small ice cream stand, the neon sign glowing against the night. He leaned over, a playful smirk lifting one corner of his lips. “I thought you might enjoy a treat,” he said, a hint of warmth in his tone.Moments later, he handed me a cone with my favourite vanilla flavour, which he had obviously found the information from Tessa, and I couldn’t help but smile. The first bite was cool and creamy, the sweetness melting on my tongue. For a moment, it was just the two of u

Chapter Seventy-Three; A Weight Off Her ChestStella’s face froze. She stared at me as if I’d just sprouted a second head. Her mouth opened slightly, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and something close to awe.“Oh. My. Goodness, Emily! Are you serious?” she finally whispered, her voice rising slightly with each word. I nodded, biting back a smile. “Yes, Stella, I’m serious. I’m engaged to Christopher Moore.” Her hands flew to her mouth, and she shook her head, blinking as if trying to process the information. “How could you just...drop that bomb on me like that?” She let out a little laugh, looking at me like I’d just confessed to being a secret spy. I could tell she was somewhere between amusement and disbelief.I couldn’t help it; I laughed, too, the sound soft and light, feeling the tension melt away a little. Stella was always so composed, always calm and in control, but now, her eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity and excitement.She chuckled, slowly starting to regain her

“I’m sorry to ask this question, but it’s your mother’s brain short circuited?” Christopher asked me and immediately, Tessa and I burst into a peak of laughter and almost crash into each other while at it. Christopher has me rolling in a belly laughter with his question, so much that I forget my sadness for a moment. “I’m sure I had clearly warned her not to bother you, especially with matters that concerns your sister, but it seemed like my warning did not get across to her,” Christopher continued, his gaze darkening further. He didn’t seem to find the situation funny. Tessa finally controlled her laughter and said to him, “Go ahead with whatever choice of words you want to use for Emily’s Mum, she will never be offended by it.” I shrugged, totally carefree about it because at this point, there is no dignity left to savage. Even I want to sometimes know how my Mum’s brain functioned. I mean, how could she call to tell me about Brenda? Did I ever mistakenly tell her to keep

Mum supported Brenda by wrapping one arm around her waist while the other hand held her by the arm. As I took in the scene before me, anger overwhelmed me.Brenda looked so frail, and I wonder the reason she chose not to stay in her bedroom and insisting on coming down for dinner. Maybe she was expecting to see me so she could show me how well she’s being taken care of.I know Brenda like the back of my hand, even if she was dying, she would always find a way to incur pity from others. She was very good at it.Brenda just got out of the hospital after undergoing a serious surgery. If it wasn’t for her insistence, she would have had to spend more time in the hospital. But now that she had forced her way back home, she was not supposed to make vigorous movements when her body wasn’t ready.Mum would never force her to come down for dinner, so that leaves Brenda on the spot for orchestrating all these.I feel very tempted to tell her to her face to stop incurring pity by making ever

I met Christopher outside the restaurant and together we walked into the restaurant, holding hands. He confirmed that I was really fine and wasn’t being bothered by my parents as he led me towards our table. “I need to make sure no wrong would come to you under my watch otherwise I won’t be able to forgive myself,” he explained as he pulled out a seat for me. “I understand,” I said, smiling at his kind gesture. “And I appreciate your intentions. Thanks to you, I can breathe after several years mistreatment.” Christopher’s smile warmed me up and after a while of staring at my face, a move I didn’t quite understand, he told me that our breakfast was buffet style and we had to actually serve ourselves. I had to hold back from asking him why we wasted all that time for. Somehow, I think this buffet style is just his way of trying to see more of I like to eat. Christopher can be very intentional, and he deserves his flowers. I mean, he deserves a reward of his kindness. Christop