"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
"Don't go. I'll take you out of here, away from this damned place!" Before Crista could say anything, Tristan pulled her into his arms once again. He couldn't bear to see his beloved woman suffer like this. She didn't even answer her phone after she disappeared. It turned out that William had kept her strictly under house arrest. But Crista shook her head. She couldn't leave at all. If she ran away, it wouldn't be just she who would suffer the consequences. She should be grateful that she wasn't sexually assaulted or beaten black and blue by William's subordinates. "Stan, you should go back. I want to stay here. Go back to Miss Yu! You'll be happy with her!" 'I will just be a burden to you. I'll only bring you trouble,' she thought deep down. William must have known that Tristan was there that day, so he asked for her to bring wine to Tristan on purpose. "Chica!" Toby watched as she withdrew from his grip with sorrowful eyes. He knew that she
"What do you think? Mrs. Ding, are you satisfied?" said a voice from behind Crista. It was William. She turned to face him. Her expression was wary. "Mr. Ding, what do you want?" "What do you think?" William said softly, moving closer to her. He lifted her chin, tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. "I can return to the entertainment club. I can keep washing dishes," Ayla offered. Brian shook his head adamantly. "No. You don't have to go back. Your sweetheart has spent a lot of money to get you out of that place and allow you to continue being Mrs. Ding. Do you want to let him down?" She said nothing. William added, "So from now on, you live here. Get used to it." He stepped back and turned away from her, walking into his own bedroom, which was the master room on the other side of the hallway. As soon as he closed the door behind him, Crista walked inside her room. She gazed at the pretty purple bed sheets, the gauzy beig
"It's not what I think?" said Cristine sarcastically. "You're unbelievable! If you don't want to give me money, just say so! I can't believe you're being so selfish and ungrateful. After all those years we spent raising you and taking care of you!" Cristine knew her little sister very well. While Crista didn't get anything from the Jin family, she believed she was still indebted to them. "I really don't have money," Crista said unhappily. Even as she spoke, however, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. William had entered the room. How long had he been standing there? How much had he overheard? "You're back," she blurted out. She was so surprised that her grip on the phone loosened, and it fell to the floor. William frowned. "What's wrong? Are you short of money? Who is trying to borrow money from you?" He walked quickly forward and grabbed the phone before she could pick it up. He looked at the number displayed on the screen. Crista snatche
Crista stared at him unhappily. "If you don't want me to go out, then stop me! You make all the rules, don't you? It's up to you whether I can leave or not!" "Good," said William coldly. "You understand what your situation is." He was sure that Crista and Tristan's meeting at the school this afternoon had been the first time. After today, Tristan probably wouldn't be so blatant anymore, even if he wanted to see her again. Meanwhile, Tristan went to see Sally. She met him at the door of the villa. "You're back! Where have you been? I called the company and they said that you left work early today." "I just had something to deal with," he replied evasively. "Why? Is anything wrong?" Sally did not want to mention Tristan and Crista's relationship. She preferred to pretend as though nothing had ever happened between them. "No, I just missed you," she said brightly. "I thought you might be coming
Crista didn't mean to hide from Tristan, but she thought that seeing him and talking to him was completely unnecessary. Meeting him again only made her sad. She loved him so much that she couldn't easily forget her feelings for him. It was unfortunate that he had to be with another woman. Besides, that other woman also cared for him very much. However, Crista had already lost the right to love him since she was William's wife now. For so many years, she thought that he was the love of her life. Of course, it broke her heart to see him again this way. She wanted to forget, run away, and hide because there could be no future between them. "Chica, look at me! Why won't you look at me?" Tristan held her by the arms and shook her. Why was she avoiding him? Was it because of William or Sally? "Tristan, don't do this. Other people might misunderstand." Crista tried to struggle and protest, b
Crista sat in the car as William drove her back. Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier on their way to the villa. As soon as they pulled up the driveway, Maria came out with an umbrella and greeted them, "Mr. Ding, Mrs. Ding, welcome back." "Thank you for driving me home," Crista said as she walked alongside William into the house. "You can ask the driver to take you anywhere in the future," William replied. He went straight to the sofa in the living room and sat down. "No, thanks. I won't go out again." There was clear disappointment and despair in Crista's tone. "Are you sure? I thought you didn't like it here." William didn't even look at her as he spoke and his voice sounded cold. He could instantly tell what she was thinking, especially since Crista could never really hide her feelings. He knew exactly what she thought and wanted to say. "Mr. Ding?" 'What did he mean
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