William stood on the island, the sea breeze blew across his back. He had been waiting for over an hour but Anpu still hadn't shown himself.
"Mr. Ding, do you think he's not coming?" Martin asked, walking up to him. Anpu didn't mention to William that his bargaining chip was Crista.
"He'll come. I'm sure of it," William said calmly. There were several cigarette butts at his feet, implying that he was a bit anxious. Since Anpu had asked to negotiate, it seemed like he had a bargaining chip that could force William into giving him whatever he wanted.
Meanwhile, Crista had lost consciousness after the drug had been injected to her body. Anpu sat in front of her, waiting for her to wake up. When she finally opened her eyes, he asked, "Miss Jin, how do you feel now?"
"Are you planning to control me with drugs?" She could feel that her body was in a terrible condition.
Looking at her, Anpu said, "I just want you to live." Even though she managed to e
The bullet was removed and William would be just fine after a good rest. He lay in the hospital bed, carefully attended to by Carla. "William, would you like to tuck into some delicious fruit? Here, let me peel some for you." "No, thanks." William stared into the distance. Three days had passed and there was still no news of Crista. He was consumed by restlessness. "William, are you still concerned about her?" Carla was aware that Martin had instructed his men to search for Crista. But it was all in vain. She secretly wished she could ask William to give up the search but she remained quiet. She was deeply saddened to see the pathetic state he was reduced to. "There is still no news about her," William said calmly. Then he stood up and said to her, "Please help me with the discharge procedure." He wanted to confirm it personally Carla could read his mind. She accompanied him to the uninhabited island. "Mr. Ding, what are you doing here?" asked one of
William had been sitting in the entertainment club, drinking as much as he could, but he was still sober. Carla came in and quickly took his glass away. "William, you must stop drinking." Because of Crista, he had been drinking here every single night, so the wound on his arm wasn't getting any better. He didn't take any medicine nor did he dress his wound. All he did was drink and smoke till he passed out. If he carried on like this, his body would eventually give up on him. Leaning against the sofa, William said, "What are you doing here? I'm not drunk." Right now, he just wanted to forget everything. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like he could do it "I know you're not drunk, but you've drank so much, and that wound on your arm is serious. How long do you plan to go on like this? When you gave up on looking for her that day, didn't you convince yourself that she was dead?" Obviously, Carla could see the despair and dejection in his eyes. Even if Crista wasn
William held Carla close to his body as he looked at Adrian and his wife, then turned to Tristan and his wife. There was no more need for him to hide anything. Besides, he wanted to see how they would react. "Something bad happened to Chica." He didn't have to explicitly say what happened to her. Those words were enough to verify the rumors that had been spreading recently. After all, Adrian was an experienced and well-informed man. It didn't even faze him when he heard what William said. On the other hand, Tristan was shocked. Something had actually happened to Chica. The last time he saw her, she was with Lewis. But when he heard William confirm the news so calmly, it confused him. Looking at Tristan, Sally asked, "Are you worried about her?" It had been a long time since they had last seen each other. However, when William mentioned Crista out of the blue, it felt like a stone was weighing down her chest. Tristan shook his head. "No, I'm no
"You're the one who didn't stay true to your promise to Chica!" William exclaimed, while pointing accusingly at Tristan. Feeling the anger rolling off his body, he kept his steely gaze trained at Tristan. Tristan was rendered speechless as William's words rang true in his ears. 'I did break my promise to Crista', he thought regrettably. However, it was undeniable that between the two of them, William hurt her the most. "There's no excuse for what I did. I know that and I'm truly sorry for her. But you seem to forget that you caused her so much pain too," Tristan managed to say. At that, William stared at him, his eyes a mirror of questions. "Chica loves you so much. She couldn't bear to leave you" he continued. Falling in love with someone whole heartedly was no easy feat for a woman, but once she did, she would love that man deeply for as long as she could endure. Reminiscing the past, Tristan could still remember how Crista decided to leave everything behin
Crista got up from the bed and went to the study. Meanwhile, Lewis was standing in the study, talking on the phone. Little did he know that the door wasn't firmly closed. "Dad, I'm not going back right now. I'll go when I want to go back. You don't have to force me." Anpu had lost everything because William successfully foiled every one of his plans, so he needed to ask for Lewis' help. In truth, Lewis wasn't opposed to the idea of going back, he was just concerned about Crista. If she weren't suffering from the drug addiction right now, he might consider coming back. And considering the fact that Anpu was the one who made her suffer, Lewis bore a bit of grudge against him. No matter how much Anpu had helped him in the past, he was still the one who had hurt his beloved woman. "No matter how busy you may be, you can still find the time to come home, Lewis," said Anpu. "I said I'm not going back!. End of discussion!" Lewis said, turning his hea
A young lady was walking along a busy street of Milan in Italy. She was over dressed a little due to the cold. She was in a pink long-sleeve shirt and a gray skirt, a pair of silky black stockings that was underneath to protect her legs from the cold and a pair of high heeled boots to show off her style. To finish it off, she had a light beige coat and a pink scarf that covered her fair neck. The slight wind that was present brushed past her, blowing her long hair slightly with it. The slight smile on her face made her look more elegant when she walked through the streets. A few men had even cat called her though she had ignored them all. The young lady was none other than Crista. She sauntered into a coffee shop. It was time for her afternoon tea time and being a caffeine lover, she needed a cup of coffee accompanied by that piece of tiramisu that she loved. She came here every day for an hour and looked out of the window at the people who came in the coffee shop and left i
Crista's protests were in vain as she was trapped in Lewis strong arms. "Lewis, please stop. We can't do that! No!" she murmured. Subconsciously, she resisted his approach towards her In the past two years, nothing had changed between them. She still couldn't give him a place in her heart. She didn't love him and that was the bottom line. "Chica, you have to forget him, okay? You are a mere footnote in the history of his life. How can you still love him?" For two years he endeavored to make her forget William. He was becoming impatient. The last time he had met William, he saw that although he was still with Carla, their relationship was more of a business partnership. Their engagement too was just a social spectacle. This was cause for concern. Crista was no longer some pauper. She could have anything her heart desired. She shook her head. Whether she chose to forget William or not was her personal matter. It did not concern Lewis. She simply couldn'
Crista was completely immersed in finishing her design draft. Once done, she eagerly presented it to Nimpha, the company's design department director. "Director Nimpha, I just completed my design. I would love for you to take a look," she informed her as she handed the draft over. Nimpha reluctantly accepted the design but didn't bother to go over the drawings. "I'll put it aside for now. Boss said she would come and pick it up herself today," she said dismissively, her tone implying an utter dislike for the employee. Nimpha thought menacingly, 'You're a pathetic undergraduate who has nothing to prove yet.' Crista being hired with a competitive salary was merely because of their boss. What irked Nimpha the most was how this girl quickly climbed up the ladder. Within a few months, her designs could already compete for high caliber fashion shows while Nimpha painstakingly worked for it for over half a decade. "Alright, I see. I'll go back to my workspace then. Let me k
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