William had just turned around when he felt soft lips pressing down on his. This was the first time Crista had taken the initiative to kiss him. He didn't want her to kiss him just because he had returned the ring to her. He didn’t want her to go running into another man's arms once they were done.
Crista's kiss was inexperienced. But she put her soul into it, turning her into a seductress, making William helpless and unable to refuse her.
"Did you kiss me just to repay me, Chica?" he said softly. As his gaze found hers, William felt his stomach drop away. He was becoming more and more weak-kneed before Crista with each passing day. The kiss she had given him didn't even qualify as one, but it filled him with satisfaction and relief.
Crista didn't say anything but merely looked at him, because it was not a reward. She had never thought of repaying him in this way. She had just been overcome with the sudden urge to do it. That was all. She knew William w
Crista lowered her head, her gaze fastened to the shiny, black shoes before her. Her sight travelled upwards and met with the eyes of the man that owned them. "Why are you here?" William didn’t plan to go there, but the thought of Crista all alone changed his mind. However, he did not expect the scene that greeted him. Lewis hadn't explained himself probably for Crista's own good. Perhaps he too, wanted to protect Crista. The disappointment on her face didn’t go unnoticed by William. 'Does Crista really care about Lewis?' William carefully kept his roiling emotions from showing on his face. "Can't I be here?" Despite her unhappiness, Crista forced a smile. Seeing this, William was irritated almost immediately. Why did she pretend to be strong in front of him? Crista looked at William and shook her head. "I didn't mean that." She didn't want to let William see her embarrassment. She had always told him that she would rather be with Lewis, but how could she kee
Crista went downstairs and got into Lewis’ car, hurriedly leaving the company. He drove her back to her original apartment. ''Chica." Lewis had prepared two cups of tea, placing them on the table. They had been sitting on the sofa for over ten minutes but neither of them had uttered a word. Crista had no clue what he wanted to talk to her about. Was it about their past or their future together? She just couldn't wrap her head around it. Lewis put down his teacup and sat next to her. ''What happened today was nothing but an unfortunate misunderstanding," he remarked and put his hand on hers. She looked up at him. He said that she had misunderstood the incident earlier today. But who on earth would've been mistaken? Chery was certainly pregnant, and Lewis was definitely the father. And he still insisted that it was a mistake? Was it just her imagination or was she really wrong? 'No, that's impossible.' Crista could tell from Chery's eyes just how
"No! You're lying! You told me that you hate him! How could you go back to him? I don't believe it! I refuse to believe it!" Lewis shouted at Crista. She said that she was going back to William's side, and that from now on, she would be with him. 'It's a lie! They're nothing but all lies!' Lewis refused to believe any of her words. For such a long time, he had believed that the bond he made with Crista over the past two years was enough to make her move on from her few months of marriage with William. Besides, in those short-lived months, she was miserable. "I'm not lying to you. I still love him. I can't bring myself to forget about him, so I've decided that I want to start over with him," she said sternly. 'Perhaps this is enough to make him believe me!' she thought. Lewis held Crista's hand, refusing to let her go. He pressed his lips against hers. He wanted her, all of her. He had thought that he could keep her by his side by making her believe th
Upon seeing that Crista was about to reach for the glass again, William thought that she was planning to drink herself to death. It was already generous of him to allow her to drink this much, and yet she still wanted to keep drinking. Although, how could he expect a drunk woman to be aware of her actions? Before Crista could firmly grasp the glass, William snatched it away from her hand and drank it himself. "My wine..." Crista was drunk. The looming fear she always had whenever William was around, had been cast aside by her mind. Despite the strange glances they were getting, he picked her up and brought her outside the bar. A gust of cold wind blew past them, causing Crista to shiver involuntarily. She snuggled up to him, and called out Lewis’ name subconsciously. ''Crista!" William had been trying to make up for all the suffering he had put her through, and he had been gentle to her all this time. But despite all of his efforts, she still coul
Ever since that night, Crista didn't bring up everything that happened anymore, and William never bothered her whenever they were in the company. Besides, if she didn’t contact him on her own, they would hardly ever see each other. She was happy with this kind of setup. At the moment, William was sitting in his office. It had been over two days since he got the drug from Martin, and a medical test report came along with it. From the report, he learned just how powerful the drug was. The reason Crista had a high fever from time to time was because of this drug's side effects. While he was deep in thought, he heard a knock on the door. He stashed the drug into the drawer of his desk, and said, "Come in." It was Carla. She had brought a document. "William." "Take a seat." William took the document from her and carefully read it. "Tomorrow is the first day of the fashion season. Make sure that nothing goes wrong." Sitting across him, Carla a
Carla hurried to the lounge and saw William there. "William!" "What's going on?" His intuition told him that something had happened to Crista. Carla went to the sofa and sat down. "William, Crista is missing. I can't find her anywhere. On top of that, there are only nineteen dresses in the dressing room. One of them is missing." "How on earth did that happen? Crista came here to do an inventory check to make sure that everything was alright, didn't she? One dress went missing, and Crista is nowhere to be found. Have you searched for her already?" Uneasiness spread throughout William's heart. "I've already searched every nook and cranny of the venue, but I didn't see Crista anywhere." Even Carla was getting anxious now. If one of the dresses went missing, the fashion show wouldn't be able to proceed smoothly. Those twenty dresses that Crista designed weren't the only ones to be displayed today, other brands from this shopping mall will be shown as well
William knew that Crista only said half the truth. Was she hiding something from him? Or maybe, she really didn’t know who it was, so she didn't want to jump to any conclusions. "Is that all?" he asked in a cold voice. Crista nodded. "What else is there to say? What do you think happened?" She knew that William might not believe her, but she really had no clue who followed her into the warehouse and knocked her unconscious. Even if she had her suspicions, she still had no evidence to prove it. William could tell that Crista didn't want to say anything else, so he decided not to probe further. Besides, she could do what she wanted. Even if he wanted to interfere, she probably wouldn't let him. "Fine. Just get some rest!" When William was about to leave the ward, Crista stopped her. "Mr. Ding, how's the fashion show?” He stopped in his tracks, and said, "How are you still in the mood to care about the event?" Based on the tone of his
William and Carla left the Design Department together, and when they left, the department returned to its lively state. "Nimpha, you're no match for Crista and Carla. Mr. Ding obviously came to see Crista, and the one he took with him is Miss Carla.” The person speaking was obviously shaming Nimpha, and it definitely didn't make her happy. She scoffed and returned to her desk. 'Who does Crista think she is? There's no way I'll ever lose to her!' Upon their arrival at William's office, William and Carla sat facing each other. "William, is Crista okay?" "So you already know?" He figured that it was highly likely that she had asked Enzo about it. Since Martin wasn't here, William's go-to guy in handling things was Enzo. "I asked Enzo." Carla stared directly into William's eyes, and said, "Don't get mad at Enzo. It's my fault that things went down like this." She had been in the entertainment club for so many years. And through that experience, she had seen
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