Ban Christopher Chan

From the very beginning, there was misunderstanding between them. They loved each other, but both were afraid to admit it. Chris knew her secrets, gave her warmth and support. But you chose someone else.

In that moment, Chris changed: his face became inscrutable, his eyes filled with cold. Thus passed the agonizing months.

A summer party at the club had everyone there. Glasses sparkled, the music blared, but Chris saw only her and the guy with his arm around her waist. Jealousy choked him, mixed with the bitterness of defeat.

Later, everyone went to the country house. While the group went inside, Chris lingered on the veranda to smoke a cigarette and compose himself. In the hallway, he immediately noticed their shoes: her elegant stilettos next to his rival's chunky sneakers. Jealousy flared up again.

Noticing a forgotten bouquet on the nightstand, Chris pulled out a rose and, as if making a confession, placed the flower in her shoe. He kicked his opponent's sneakers aside. Taking off his boots, he positioned them so that they pinched her heels.

Chris walked into the living room with a lazy gait, immediately sitting down next to you. “Princess… Maybe we can talk?” he whispered hopefully, adjusting the strap of your dress.