A deep sigh came out from Tristan as he looked at Crista. "Chica, are you still thinking about that man? So you haven't forgotten him yet," he said. This was also the thing that Tristan worried about the most. As long as that man was still in her heart, she would just keep on suffering.
Crista sighed and shook her head. "It's all over now. I think I'll leave here after a few days," she said. She thought about the big mess she had made today. They might drive her back to Italy soon.
Crista realized that she felt more relaxed now instead of having any burden in her mind.
"Are you sure you'll leave? Then where are you going?" Tristan was surprised by what Crista had said. When he heard that Crista would leave this place, he took her hand again and held it firmly.
Crista smiled sadly and shook her head. "I just feel like I don't belong here." She didn't have a home here, so she had planned on leaving this place.
Tristan frowned and said, "No! You
William had already drank two cups of coffee, and yet Crista still hadn't decided what clothes to buy. Because of that, he stood up and approached her. "What is it? Miss Jin, are you not satisfied with the clothes here?" he said. Crista smirked. "No, I'm worried that I can't afford such expensive clothes. Mr. Ding, since you have such good taste, why don't you pick one out for me?" Lewis was the one who gave her the creamy white dress she was wearing, so she was reluctant to part with it. That was probably the reason why she didn't want to choose a dress here. Glancing quickly at the clothes, William picked a lake blue chiffon dress. "Take this one. Try it on." Without any objection, Crista went into the fitting room and put the dress on. "I've never thought of you as a conservative man. I've always thought you were more into seductive women," she said, deliberately putting a hand on his chest. "Am I right, Mr. Ding?" Regardless of whe
Crista sauntered towards the sofa and sat down gently Turning to the man, she asked, "Mr. Ding, do you still plan on spending the night here?" He had been using her sofa as his bed for days now and it seemed like he was in no rush to leave her alone. As expected, she hadn't been getting enough sleep knowing he was in the same house as her. She was acutely aware of his strong presence and it was making her uneasy, so she'd do her best to drive him away. "Do you want me to sleep on this sofa or on your bed?" William teased, a playful smirk forming on his full lips The sofa was too small for him but he didn't mind cramming his body into it. He didn't even push to sleep beside her, as much as he wanted to. Was she still thinking of throwing him out of her apartment? Crista's answer to his question was to shoot daggers at him. She turned on her heel and stomped back to her bedroom. He could hear the faint click of the lock once the door slammed shut. Willi
"Maria, what happened? Why didn't you stop Carla from drinking too much?" William felt bad when he saw Carla's pale face. "Mr. Ding, Miss Carla had been drinking until midnight for several days now. She had been waiting for you to come home, but you never did. She'd been drinking all this time, but no matter how hard I tried to stop her, she wouldn't listen to me," Maria answered with embarrassment. Nodding, he said, "I see. You can go back now. I'll stay here. Go back to get some food and bring it here." Maria nodded before she left. It seemed that Mr. Ding also cared about Miss Carla, but it didn't seem like he loved her As he stood outside the operating room, he stared at the red light and realized that he truly was neglecting Carla lately. Due to Crista's return and the matter about Anpu, William had ignored Carla's feelings for him. If it weren't for her falling sick this time, he might've never understood her pain. When Carla woke up, she saw hi
After leaving the hospital, William went to Crista's studio. The night had fallen, but the lights in the studio were still on. When he went upstairs, he found that she was immersed in drafting her designs. She didn't even notice him. William gleaned that Lewis hadn't come to see her again. With Chery by his side, he would certainly be unable to sneak out to visit Crista. Because Lewis knew that in order to protect her, he mustn't come to see her. Neither Anpu nor Chery would tolerate Crista's existence. Stepping into her office, William said, "Don't you have any plans on going home anytime soon?" His abrupt appearance made Crista raise her head in panic. But within a few seconds, she managed to regain her composure. "Oh, it's you. What are you doing here at such a late hour, Mr. Ding?" She stood up to approach him. He then went to the sofa and stared at her. "What? Are you going to lose your temper again?" "It's so late. You're not her
As he sipped his coffee, Tristan looked at Sally and said, "So, what if she's back?" Everything had changed. Even if he was still in love with Chica, she didn't need him anymore. "Do you mean that you don't love her anymore?" Sally refused to believe him, because if she was deeply in love with someone, she wouldn't get over them so easily. Just as she loved Tristan, she knew that he had someone else in his heart. She was also aware of the fact that their marriage only served to fulfill his goals. Sally's relationship with him was nothing more than this. Despite being married for nearly three years, they never had children. He had never asked to have one because he didn't wish to have a child with her. "Sally, enough. Can we please stop fighting about Chica?" Tristan had grown tired of it. He didn't want to talk to Sally about Chica anymore because talking about her only hurt him. "I'm not messing around. Have you ever loved me all these years?
Crista left the ward smiling. She and Carla were in the same emotional boat. It was indeed sad and unfortunate that both of them were in love with the same ruthless man. She returned to her studio. Noticing Adrian downstairs, she inquired, "Uncle Adrian, what brings you here?" "I went upstairs to your studio but you weren't at your office," Adrian said with a soft smile. He hadn't seen her in a while but after witnessing the disturbing quarrel between Tristan and Sally the night before, he was driven to have a word with her. They went to a cafe and ordered coffee. "Uncle Adrian, is something disturbing your peace of mind?" Crista was deeply concerned because Adrian looked far more haggard than he did at their previous meeting. "It involves family matters," he said blandly. "Uncle Adrian, just relax. There's no need to stress. Everything will improve. Let's please change the topic." She could read him like a book. Something was amiss. A
Crista fanned away the smoke before her face, and said, "Mr. Ding, thank you for being so considerate. Should I be happy that I have boss like you?" "No, because your workload hasn't been reduced. I've reached a verbal agreement with Miss Yao, so there will be a lot more work for the fashion season," said William. "Then I guess I must congratulate you, Mr. Ding," she remarked. "You're gonna be a lot busier in the following days. Try not to come by. If you have any concerns regarding my work, please contact my assistant during working hours." William put out his cigarette on the ashtray. "You're really talking to me in a professional tone now, huh?" "Our relationship is strictly professional now, isn't it?" Crista kept a safe distance of one meter from him. "In that case, shall we talk about more private matters?" he replied. Everything that happened between them was something that neither of them could pretend like it was something that never
Crista's body was pressed firmly on the couch making it difficult for her to ignore William's probing eyes. She looked away instead to evade his questions."Why don't you answer me? Does it hurt?" William asked as he searched her eyes for answers that her mouth wasn't willing to give. Bending his head down, he gently kissed Crista's scar. His lips left a trail of moisture that was impossible to ignore. That scar would remain etched on her skin for a lifetime and it was a clear representation of what he owed her."It hurt," Crista nodded. No matter how painful the physical wounds were, they all belonged in the past now. What kept her hurting was the emotional trauma he put her through."I'm sorry." William spoke softly. He remembered how she got that scar and no amount of apologies could turn back time and erase it. Still, he wouldn't give up easily trying to win her heart.Biting her lower lip, Crista pleaded, "Why can't you set me free? Why?" Tears welle
You Are Not The Baby's Father Lewis sighed as he made Crista sit down on the sofa. "Will you feel bored staying at home?" Looking at him, Crista hesitated for a while before she shook her head. "Aren't you afraid that I might run away?" "Yes, I am." Lewis looked at her. He was obviously anxious. The only thing that scared him was Crista leaving him. "Then I won’t go out. I am afraid that I won't be able to control myself." Even though Crista knew that William had died, she still wanted to see him. She loved him so much, but she could not even see him one last time. "He is dead. Why are you so stubborn? Even if you did go back, what can you do now?” Lewis wondered why she was being so stubborn about returning to William. Did it mean that he would never get her love even though William had died? Would she never show him any mercy at all? "Then why do you have to do that? You can just leave me alone." Crista didn't want him to interfere her affair! He had lied to her many times n
There Was Still No News About Her Lewis walked over to Crista and saw her in a daze. "What's wrong, Chica? Do you feel sick?" Her face had turned paler, which worried him. Looking at him, Crista remained silent. She didn't stop him when he put his coat on her shoulder and helped her sit on the bed. "If you don't feel good, then you'd better take rest. Don't you remember that the doctor asked you to rest in bed for the first three months?" Lewis felt like he was talking to himself. Was she even listening to him? Crista reached out and touched her belly. Only when she felt the child in her belly would she feel relieved. Leaning against the bed, Crista took a glance at the newspaper that was on the bedside table. She had not thrown it away yet. Perhaps she was using it to remind herself that she should not forget William. Lewis sat next to her and talked to her, but Crista ignored him and fell asleep. A bitter smile appeared on Lewis' lips. He could talk for hours, but she would sti
Will You Be With Me Then, Lewis made Crista sit up and lean against a cushion. "Have some congee first, Chica. You haven't eaten properly for a few days. Or do you want to eat something else? I can ask Sara to make it for you." Crista had no appetite for the food in front of her, but still, she slowly ate as Lewis fed her until the congee was finished. "Chica, you need to take good care of yourself. You need to start eating well because your baby needs the nutrition." Lewis wiped her mouth with a tissue. "My baby," Crista murmured. "I still have a baby." "Yes, Chica. You still have your baby. That’s why you have to take good care of yourself so you won’t hurt your child." Lewis looked at her. Perhaps the thought of her child could snap her out of her lethargy and give her a reason to move on. "My baby, what are we going to do? It’s all my fault that you will never see your daddy. It’s all Mommy's fault, "Crist
He Died To Save Her Crista shook her head. "No way! I want William. He is the father of my child, and he has a right to know about it." Why should she be with Lewis? It was obvious that she resented him. 'What does he mean? And why did he say that he can be with me now that William is not around anymore? William told me that he will be there for me, and that I should wait for him!' Crista remembered it so clearly that it was simply impossible for her to forget his promise to her. "It is true that he has a right to know about your child, but it is too late for that now," Lewis said, looking at her, but in his heart, he was afraid that she might become hysterical and fall unconscious. "What do you mean by too late? What is that supposed to mean, Lewis? What happened to William? I want to see him... No, I need to see him right now!" After saying that, Crista rushed to the middle of the road, and stopped a car th
Let Me Love You In the end, Lewis chose to take Crista away. He went back to the ward, and looked at her. The doctor who followed him in gave her an injection. "Mr. Lui, if you still insist on taking Miss Jin away, then I'll have to finish the paperwork for you so that you will be able to go through the discharge formalities,” the doctor said to Lewis. Money had the power to do anything, so Lewis bribed the doctor to give some tranquilizer for Crista, so that he could take her away from there while she was still asleep. Gian soon arrived at the hospital. "Mr. Lui, everything is done." Lewis nodded and handed him a prescription. "Go through the discharge formalities for Crista first, and once you're done with that, you can go to the pharmacy and get her medicines. I will be taking her downstairs now." After Gia left the ward, Lewis changed Crista's clothes, put his coat on her, picked her up in his arms, and left the h
Escape In The Middle Of The Night If she had shielded William from the bullet, he would have been fine. Crista had done that three years ago, and she survived, so there was a high chance she would be all right again. It was a gamble, yes, but she was willing to take that risk. He should not have pushed her away. She did not need his protection! She now understood William's obsession with keeping her safe. But it was way too late, and she was tethering on the brink of losing her mind. Lewis looked at her, his brows furrowed in jealousy. "You will sacrifice your life for him? If I was the one on the receiving end of that bullet, would you do the same for me?" Crista kept mum, curling up into a ball, her mind tormented. She did not know if she would feel the same for Lewis. All she cared about was how she did not want to see William harmed. Maybe she would save Lewis, or maybe not. The thing was, she had not cont
Want To See Him Lewis held her in his arms as he still could not let her go- Crista had lost a lot of blood and had no strength left in her to struggle. She could only watch as Martin and his men helped William up. "Let go of me, Lewis! I want to be with him. I want to be with him!" Crista was scared. No one could tell what would happen to William as he had gotten shot in his chest. However, she hoped that he would be fine, and wanted to be by his side. William tried his best to stand up and said, "Chica, wait for me!" No matter how strong he was, he still could not help but faint. Martin shouted his name a few times before he looked at Crista and carried William out of there. He didn't take Crista with him because he could not afford to waste time now. If they continued to deal with Lewis, then William was going to die. Holding Crista in his arms, Lewis walked step by step towards Anpu, who was lying
It's Either Your Life Or Crista's When he heard Lewis mention Crista, William's expression darkened. "You kidnapped Chica, didn't you? What did you do to her?" "What I did to her? What do you think I did to her? I can do the same things that you did to her, right? Don't forget that I am a man, too, just like you!" Lewis said with a smug smile. 'What do I want to do to Crista?' Of course, Lewis wanted her, but she did not want him. She would not even let him touch her. She had struggled and resisted him for a long time now. But for William, she became pregnant. She was doing everything for William, but not for Lewis. She didn't care how deep his love was. She would rather hurt him than compromise. "As long as you promise to let Chica go, I'll do whatever you ask me to do," William said. He had made up his mind to do anything and to give up anything for the sake of her safety. "Are you sure that you are willing to do an
What On Earth Did He Want To Do With Her Lewis bent over and planted a kiss on Crista's lips. He had never kissed her long enough or often enough to his liking. It must be his lucky day! He cupped his hand behind her head, holding it steady as he explored her mouth deeper. Crista writhed to get away, very much on the defensive. The more she floundered wildly, the more the ropes scraped away under her skin. There was no chance to avoid his kiss! Desperately, Crista bit down on his lips until her mouth filled with the metallic tang of blood. She bit and kicked, trying to shake off the strong hand that held her fast, but Lewis persisted, tasting her until she almost suffocated beneath him. "Do you want William to know we kissed?" Lewis smirked as he wiped the blood off his lip. He lifted a hand and signaled to Anpu’s men to leave them alone. "What on earth do you want to do with me?” Crista heaved and panted, the struggl