Next morning, Tristan got up early. Everything had changed last night. He went to the window and looked at the beauty of nature.
Sally woke up soon after. When she saw him standing in front of the window, she got off the bed and walked up to him. Wrapping an arm around his, she said with her still sleepy voice, "Tristan, I'm really happy to have you." Last night he finally made her his.
Although she knew he didn't want to have sex with her before marriage, he had to because he couldn't deny the daughter of the Yu family. Sally was determined to keep him at home every night and wouldn't let him see that girl again.
"Are you overwhelmed by the happiness, silly girl?" Tristan felt sorry towards Sally. He only consented in this marriage because of the promise he had made to Adrian. He needed the money and Yu family helped him earn. But now, he was doomed for life. He couldn't give Sally the love that she truly deserved. He loved his Chica.
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Crista didn't know how to put on an expensive and elegant dress like this. It was a pink-colored evening dress, with a deep cut V-neck and a shining first-class diamond lining on her left shoulder. Under the light, it was shining brightly. There were matching white high-heels, which were also decorated with pink diamonds. After helping her change her dress, Maria regarded her beauty and praised her. "Mrs. Ding, you look so beautiful." Standing before the mirror, Crista looked at her image and didn't know what to do. She looked very different, and it was awkward for her to wear such an expensive dress. She was afraid that she’d damage it if she became slightly careless. After a few minutes, William's car drove into the villa. A makeup artist and a hair-stylist got out of the car along with him. "Sir, you are back. Mrs. Ding has changed her clothes." Maria walked out to welcome him. Maria whole-heartedly wanted things to go easy between him and Mrs. Din
Everyone returned to their party mood once Crista left. Her leaving didn't affect the party much. The party was still lively. Tristan, however, looked at the way she went from time to time. Did Chica run away? What if something happened to her? Although he was engaged, and she was married, he still cared for her. What a ridiculous situation they were stuck in! They didn't even get a chance to explain things to each other. Few minutes later, Sally went to the restroom to fix her makeup. When she was about to enter the washroom, Crista came out and saw Sally. She nodded politely and greeted her, "Miss Yu." "Mrs. Ding, you don't need to be so polite with me. You can call me by my name. Also, since you and Tristan are friends, you must also call me Sally." After applying the face powder on her face, she took out a red lipstick and applied it as well. Then she turned to Crista and gave her a disdainful smile. "Miss Yu, you’ve misunderstood.
Maria found Crista in the parking lot and brought her back to her room. She held Crista by her shoulder and comforted her. "Mrs. Ding, please lie down for a while. I'll get you some food." Crista nodded. "Thank you." Her voice sounded so weak, and it was not only from the drink she'd had. It was because she was too depressed and grieved and had lost all her enthusiasm. After that party, things never got better. Crista fell seriously ill. Over half a month passed until her condition was better. All the while she stayed locked in the villa. Besides, William disappeared soon after that night and hadn't returned home yet. However, it was better for her to live here alone than to face him. The doctor who was treating her, had advised her to get rid of the depression she was suffering from. Otherwise she would end up with incurable depression. But how could she stop her depression? She had lost her everything. Even her enthusiasm to live. She was now just w
Tristan knew only one thing. The woman in front of him was the one he had loved for so many years. No matter what kind of relationship she had with William, he still wanted her. If he hadn't left Crista and come back late, she would have been his woman instead of William Ding. However, that changed nothing. He didn’t know what Crista was thinking, but he still wanted her to be his woman.
William was sitting on the black leather couch while Martin and several men in black were standing towering over Bert, who was kneeling on the ground. All the men had weapons in their hands. On the ground, Bert looked like a mouse caught by a fierce cat. Several bruises were on his face. "Mr. Ding, I promise I’ll pay you back. I'm trying to find a way. Please give me a few more days." He begged and hoped William would spare him a little mercy. "Bert, have you forgotten the conditions we made?" William asked in a harsh
"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I’m stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him. Only then would you have admitted, right? B*tch!" Sally sneered. "You're even flirting with each other in public. How could you tell me that I’m misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?" Sally’s eyes darted towards the cake on the table. "I'll let you eat it then!" As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Crista's face. All the cream got stuck on Crista's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone. Crista didn't know how to react after this. She just sat there in a daze. "B*tch, don't let me see you again!" Sally pushed on her chest hard, then turned around and left. There was cream all over Crista's face. She quietly stood up, painfully aware of everyone’s gaze on her, then left the restaurant. Walking on the road i
Crista clenched her phone tightly. She couldn't answer it in front of William, nor could she keep the phone with her. ‘I'm sorry, Tristan,' she apologized silently in her heart. Before William could understand what she was about to do, she threw the phone towards the wall. It crashed on the wall and fell on the cold marble floor. The phone stopped ringing at once. She had broken the phone! Along with their relationship! She stared at the broken phone with teary eyes. She had no other choice. "Good." William then turned to his subordinates. He waved his hand dismissively. "Let him go." Crista asked Bert with a wavering voice, "Dad, are you okay?" "What do you think? Do I look okay to you? If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" Bert snapped sharply. "Dad, let me take you to the hospital!" Crista walked up to him to help him up, but Bert pushed her away. He glanced at William and denied her immediately, "No,
William glared at the disheveled woman in front of him. "Do you think you have a say in this?" William still couldn’t understand why was she pretending to be innocent? "I know this is not up to me to decide anything, but you can't do this to me." Crista felt nauseous as the effect of alcohol kicked in. Her stomach twisted as she leaned against the wall. "Then what do you want? Are you not satisfied with one man? Do you want several men at one time? Huh?" William gritted his teeth. He was now frustrated with her. She was the only one who dared to touch his tolerance limit. She was testing his patience over and over. "I can do anything for you, but I don't want to stay here. I will do other jobs and make money to repay you." He just wanted money, didn't he? Then he should not care how she made money. "Mr. Ding!" Carla opened her mouth. She looked at the stubborn woman named Cristine and wondered what if she was scheming a plan to
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