Chapter 203

Walter couldn't believe his ears.

The woman he had chased for so many years was finally willing to get close to him?

He couldn't help but stand up and walk towards Christina, gently lifting her chin.

"I've liked you for so long and never got a response. So, are you finally gonna respond to my feelings now?"

Christina's eyes sparkled as she poured Walter a drink.

"Don't be in such a hurry. Drink this, and then I'll give you my answer."

Her voice was light and enchanting, making it hard for anyone to resist doing as she said.

Walter's heart pounded like a drum. He took the glass from Christina and drank it in one gulp. The alcohol burned in his stomach, and his courage soared.

"Tell me, Christina," he asked almost desperately.

Christina looked at him with an unprecedented softness in her eyes.

"Walter, are you really willing to stay for me?" she asked, her voice as light as a feather, tickling his heart.

Walter nodded without hesitation. "As long as you say the word, I'll go anywhere and do anything."

Christina smiled gently, her smile as soft and captivating as moonlight on a lake.

"Alright, Walter, I'll give you a chance. We can try being together." Her voice was low and firm.

Walter's heart nearly leaped out of his chest. He held Christina's hand tightly, afraid that this was just a dream that would vanish if he let go.

"Really?"

"I'm right here, telling you myself. How could it be fake?" Christina leaned her head on his shoulder.

Her embrace was warm, and she savored the tranquility of the moment.

"Christina, Christina, Christina, I love you. I'll love you forever," he repeated excitedly, his joy evident in his eyes.

After years of waiting, fate had finally smiled upon him!

Christina kissed him, her kiss deep and lingering.

But for some reason, after the initial rush of excitement and joy, a sense of unease settled in.

"Christina, wait!"

He tried to push her away.

Christina, already lost in the moment, held his strong hands.

"What are you waiting for? Our night is precious."

Despite the confusion in his heart, Christina's initiative made all his rational thoughts dissolve. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it was nearly impossible.

His hands were tightly held by Christina, feeling the warmth of her body. His heartbeat quickened, and a hint of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Christina, are we really going to do this?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

Christina looked up at him, her eyes a mix of daze and determination. She smiled softly and said, "Walter, isn't this what you've always wanted? Now, I'm giving you the chance."

Walter's mind flashed with countless memories, from their first meeting to every missed opportunity and every moment of heartache.

He had once thought the distance between them was so vast, almost impossible to bridge.

But now, Christina was right in front of him, reaching out to him.

His head suddenly felt dizzy, and the Christina before him smelled so intoxicating, directly stirring his heart.

He couldn't resist anymore. He cupped her face and kissed her.

As he touched her cold skin, he suddenly sobered up, his eyes widening.

"No, you can't be Christina."

This dream, crafted by 'Christina,' he had to break it himself.

A flicker of surprise crossed Christina's face. "What are you talking about? How could I not be Christina? Look at my face, isn't it hers?"

"You're not." Walter stepped back, nearly stumbling.

Christina froze.

"I am. Are you drunk?"

Her eagerness to be with him made Walter even more certain she couldn't be Christina.

"She doesn't love me. She wouldn't be this forward. Even if she accepted me, she would never..." Walter rubbed his dizzy head.

"You drugged the wine."

Christina pressed her lips tightly, saying nothing.

Honestly, she had hoped to win Walter over with her charm, but she didn't have enough confidence in herself, so she had drugged the wine she brought.

"You figured it out. I won't pretend anymore. Walter, I've liked you for so long. Why can't you accept me?"

Christina pressed closer.

Walter rubbed his head, suddenly realizing, "You're Rhea. How is this possible? This face..."

"Looks just like hers, right?" 'Christina' touched her own face, a pale smile appearing. "Do you know how much effort I put in? How much it took to turn Rhea into Christina?"

Walter could hardly believe his eyes. This living, breathing Christina had turned into Rhea.

He fought the discomfort in his body, reaching out to touch her cheek.

"How?"

Rhea pressed her face against his hand.

"I watched her every move, learned her inside out, and etched parts of her into my bones. I never thought it would be her lack of love for you that gave me away. Walter, do you know how cruel you are to me?"

Rhea's words were filled with bitterness and resentment, her gaze complex, mixing deep affection for Walter with jealousy and hatred for Christina.

Walter's fingers tightened slightly, trying to find a shred of truth in Rhea's words. But the scene before him was too absurd to accept.

He had always thought Christina was aloof and independent, while Rhea was the one obsessed with replacing her. But now, standing before him was Christina's image, speaking Rhea's name.

"Why did you do this?" Walter's voice trembled, feeling his worldview shatter.

Rhea smiled, a hint of sorrow in her smile. "Because I love you, because I want you. I know I'll never be Christina. I know I'm just a substitute. But I wanted to see if I could become the one in your heart."

Walter was shaken to his core, looking at Rhea with a hint of sympathy.

But soon, he regained his coldness. "What you've done only makes me hate you more."