Chained to My Cheated Ex-girlfriend

"I heard Miss Owen's first love is still around, while I am neither pure in body nor soul. Are you sure you want to go on this blind date with me?"

Christopher narrowed his eyes slightly, exuding an air of cold arrogance with a hint of cruelty.

The woman's expression froze instantly. "Mr. Alfred... are you still unable to forget your ex? But she disappeared two years ago."

A layer of frost covered his strikingly handsome face as he spoke in a deep voice, "It has nothing to do with time."

Tricking him into a blind date?

Very well!

Let's see how he deals with those troublemakers when he gets back.

The woman's face turned pale. She picked up her glass of lemon water and took a sip. "What if I say I can wait for you?"

"Oh, I forgot to tell you-I'm already useless." Christopher's expression remained calm, his voice low and indifferent.

The woman was stunned. "W-what do you mean?"

"Exactly what you think it means. I'm not functional anymore." He sneered, his dark eyes filled with indifference.

The woman was left speechless.

Suddenly, a sweet and clear voice broke through the awkward atmosphere, "Miss, you should give up. He's not interested in you. Let me take over instead."

That voice...

It had been absent from his world for two years.

The moment Christopher lowered his gaze, his entire body stiffened. The decayed heart in his chest seemed to start beating again.

His dark eyes surged with emotion, his chiseled features taut with tension.

He looked up abruptly, feeling as if he had been transported to another lifetime.

Summer was back...

That proud silhouette was like a blinding beam of light piercing his vision, stinging his eyes.

"Who are you?" the woman asked.

Summer smiled slightly, her deer-like eyes clear and innocent. "Me? I'm his ex-girlfriend. Can't you see he's just brushing you off? Stop wasting your time on him. You deserve better."

The woman, staring at Summer's breathtakingly beautiful face, became enraged. "Are you two playing me?!" She grabbed her bag and stormed off.

Summer chuckled and sat down in the seat across from Christopher.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, it was like an electric shock. The air between them grew thick with an indescribable tension.

Christopher stared at her intensely. Was this an illusion? It had to be...

Summer was dressed in a classic Hepburn-style little black dress. Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back in soft ripples, reaching her waist. Her delicate makeup, rosy lips, and slender, graceful figure made it impossible to look away from her long, straight legs.

"Christopher, did you miss me that much?" Summer rested her chin on her hands, her voice soft and teasing.

The restaurant was quiet and elegant, dimly lit with an intimate ambiance, making it hard to see each other's expressions clearly.

Christopher froze slightly upon hearing her voice, then let out a cold, hoarse laugh filled with mockery. "Summer, you actually dare to show your face in front of me again."

Under the table, his long fingers clenched into fists, his knuckles cracking audibly.

He picked up his phone, opened the Facebook group chat with his bros, and sent a message, [Someone come restrain me. She's back.]

Summer blinked. "I missed you too. So, I came back."

Christopher let out a low chuckle, his laughter laced with sarcasm. "How much did you miss me?"

"A lot. Every single day."

His phone nearly bent from the pressure of his grip. He felt like he was about to lose control. His lips pressed into a tight line.

Pain surged through every nerve in his body, spreading to every limb.

"You dumped me. So why do you still miss me?" Christopher stared at her as if she might disappear again in the next second.

Summer's clear eyes flickered as if she were deep in thought. "Hmm... What happened two years ago was too complicated to explain in just a few words. I'll tell you later."

The next second-

With a loud bang, Christopher slammed both hands onto the table, his sudden outburst echoing throughout the restaurant.

He shot to his feet, glaring at Summer with seething rage.

Just then, two of his close friends arrived.

"Hey, hey, calm down! Public place! Don't lose your temper! She's still a lady, give her some face."

Aiden and Ronan strode forward, each grabbing an arm of the about-to-explode Christopher.

Summer was genuinely startled by his reaction. Two years had passed, and this man's temper had only gotten worse.

Aiden dragged Christopher away, giving Ronan a look. "Ronan, take Sister Summer home first. Today's not a good day for negotiations. Everyone needs to cool down."

Summer watched Christopher being pulled away, pouting in displeasure.

She muttered softly, "I really did miss you."

...

Parking Lot.

Aiden looked at Christopher, who had calmed down somewhat, and asked, "Come on, man. You weren't seriously going to hit Sister Summer, were you?"

"Who said I was going to hit her?" Christopher shot him a cold look, as if he were an idiot.

"Then why did you call us over to hold you back?"

Christopher spoke in a low, emotionless voice. "I was afraid I'd lose control and take her right then and there."

"..." Aiden was speechless. "Damn, you really are an animal. And here I thought you had gynophobia."

Out of nowhere, Christopher threw a punch at him. Aiden dodged swiftly, looking confused. "Hey! I'm not the reason for your gynophobia. Why are you hitting me?!"

Christopher narrowed his eyes coldly. "You set me up on that blind date?"

Aiden chuckled awkwardly. "That was your old man's request. We were just trying to help you out."

Christopher's voice turned icy. "Send her to the Empire Building. If she tries to run again-break her legs." With that, he turned and headed toward his car.

Aiden shook his head with a wry smile. "You're always so brutal. She's your heart, man. Could you really bear to do that?"

"Get lost!"

...

Empire Building.

Ronan dropped Summer off at the grand French-style mansion-Christopher's residence.

As soon as she stepped out of the car, two bodyguards were already waiting for her.

She frowned slightly. "Is Christopher planning to imprison me?"

Ronan smirked. "Do you really think he'd let you escape again?"

Summer said nothing and walked through the garden into the villa.

Behind her, Ronan's voice carried a hint of warning, "If you're not planning to be with him, then stop tormenting him. He's barely holding on."

Barely holding on...

Her footsteps faltered.

Back at the restaurant, she had heard Christopher say he was "useless."

In these two years... What had happened to him?

Summer's delicate face turned pale, her gaze flickering with unease. "What... happened to him?"

"Because of you, he developed severe psychological issues-insomnia, gynophobia, anger issues. If a woman gets too close, he feels nauseous and throws up."

Ronan sighed and added, "Honestly, you hit him too hard. And with his obsessive and extreme personality..."

Shock filled her eyes. She stood frozen for a long time.

Finally, Summer whispered, "I'll never leave him again."

With that, she stepped inside the mansion.

In her heart, she swore-she would make Christopher better again.

She had crushed his pride, especially for a man like Christopher-once a god among men, now cast down from the heavens.

After Summer entered the villa, Ronan drove away.

Then, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped outside the villa.

The window rolled down, revealing Christopher's incomparably handsome face. He stared at the lit-up villa expressionlessly.

He took a cigarette, placed it between his lips, and lit it.

The burning red ember shone wildly in the dark night.

Leaning against the seat, he stared intently at the bedroom window, his pitch-black eyes filled with possessiveness.

During the two years Summer was gone, he had learned to smoke, but only when he was feeling particularly frustrated.

Scenes of their reunion last night replayed in his mind. She didn't seem to have changed at all from two years ago, except she was even more beautiful now-her figure graceful, her skin flawless.

After all, Summer had been the campus belle of the Film Academy.

Suddenly, he let out a mocking laugh, finding himself utterly ridiculous.

He had nearly ruined himself, yet Summer had been living so well. What a joke.

He didn't sleep all night. He had to watch over her personally to feel at ease.

The Next Morning.

Summer woke up at seven, freshened up, and changed into a new outfit.

As she descended the stairs, she saw a man sitting in the living room.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She slowed her steps and walked closer, finally seeing his handsome features-a noble yet unruly demeanor. His suit jacket was casually thrown on the sofa.

Christopher seemed to be resting with his eyes closed, his long, slender fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. His white shirt was loosely buttoned, his tie slackened, and his sleeves rolled up to reveal a silver watch.

His striking face was taut, his jawline smooth and sharp.

The air was tinged with a faint scent of alcohol. Had he been drinking?

And he was still wearing last night's clothes... Suddenly, she remembered what Ronan had said about his insomnia.

Had he not slept all night?

"You didn't sleep at all?"

At the sound of her voice, Christopher suddenly opened his dark eyes, looking at her. His voice was deep, "Not tired. Didn't want to sleep."

Summer was about to say something, but the man interrupted her. "Why did you come back?"

"I already told you-I missed you."

She was about to sit next to him when his cold and lazy voice rang out. "Stay away from me."

Summer closed her eyes briefly, then sat on the sofa across from him, smiling. "I'm back."

"You want to come back to me?" His lips curled into a sneer, his gaze ice-cold.

"Yes."

Christopher scoffed. "Summer, do you think I love you so much that you can come and go as you please?"

The spacious living room was filled with tension. His domineering aura pressed down on the entire villa.

She shook her head slightly. "That's why I'm here to win you back."

Christopher laughed, his smile laced with mockery. "Win me back? What if I already have a woman?"

"But you don't. You were on a blind date last night and told that woman you still couldn't forget your ex-girlfriend."

"And you believe a man's words?"

He took out another cigarette, lit it, and exhaled the smoke in her direction.

Through the haze, Summer's eyes flashed with surprise. "You smoke now?"

Watching the entire process, she had to admit-he looked incredibly attractive doing it. But she still didn't like it...

He said nothing, just narrowed his eyes slightly.

With the cigarette between his lips, his handsome features carried a hint of defiance. He leaned back into the sofa.

Chapter 4, You Think This Is Enough to Win Me Back?

Summer looked at the fatigue on his face and felt a pang of heartache. "Why didn't you sleep all night?"

"Because if I sleep, I dream. And in those dreams, I've strangled you countless times," he said in a slow, indifferent tone.

Every time he lay in bed, he wondered whose bed Summer was in and who was spoiling her.

The thought alone filled him with so much hatred that he felt sick to his stomach.

Then, the sleepless nights began. His temper grew more and more volatile.

She froze.

So his chronic insomnia had caused Christopher to become increasingly brooding, as if he were drowning in darkness.

"Christopher, I love you. I've always loved you. Please don't be like this..."

She couldn't say the rest-that he was torturing himself.

But he only responded with a cold laugh. "If you loved me, you wouldn't have left me for two years before thinking of coming back."

Love?

To him, that word was utterly laughable.

He had lived for twenty-seven years and known Summer for nine.

And this girl had done nothing but torment him-physically, emotionally-until he felt like a masochist for still wanting her.

Christopher's voice was icy. "'I love you'-if spoken without real feelings, it's the most disgusting thing to hear."

He deliberately emphasized the word 'disgusting'.

How many men had she said 'I love you' to in the past two years?

The mere thought made Christopher feel nauseous. He abruptly stood up, his long legs striding toward the bathroom.

The moment the door shut, the sound of vomiting and running water echoed from inside.

Sitting on the sofa, Summer instantly paled. Her beautiful eyes welled up with tears.

It was really this bad...

If this continued, Christopher's body would truly be ruined.

...

The door opened.

The first thing Christopher saw was Summer standing there, her face still as pure as ever, but her heart-utterly ruthless.

His sharp features were still damp, his expression cold and distant.

Summer saw the pallor on his face, and her heart clenched.

She had to admit-Christopher had a face that made every woman want him. Incredibly handsome, yet his temper was awful.

"Let me make breakfast for you," she suddenly said with a smile.

Christopher raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. "You can cook?"

"Of course. I'll take care of you from now on."

With that, she turned and walked toward the kitchen.

She opened the fridge, took out ingredients, and decided to make a simple American breakfast since time was short.

The tall, handsome man followed behind her, watching her skilled movements. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

A while later, Summer placed two servings of breakfast on the dining table.

She tilted her head at him and smiled. "Please enjoy, Christopher."

Christopher pulled out a chair and sat down, looking at the sandwich, fried egg, and fruit salad on his plate.

His eating manner was refined, completely at odds with his fiery temper.

Summer picked up her glass of orange juice and took a sip, watching him finish his meal.

Carefully, she asked, "Can I make breakfast for you every day from now on?"

"You think this is enough to win me back?" Christopher wiped his lips with a napkin and glanced at her indifferently.

"Well, since you love me so much, of course, I have to win you back."

She smiled sweetly.

After all, in this world, there was no man who could love her more than Christopher.