All Chapters of Cruel Love: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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

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

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 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

"Where are you going?" Before Crista could walk away, William grabbed her arm. She didn't try to struggle at all. "Mr. Ding, pulling my arm like this when we’re in the office is inappropriate. I suggest you let me go. Don't forget what you  promised me last time." Crista had gotten adept at threatening William. But he didn't mind. He would let her do what she wanted to do for now.  During daytime, he submitted to her rules, but at night, it was the other way around. As he let go of her hand, he said, "Do you need me to drive for you?" "That's not necessary." With that, Crista walked out of the office without even glancing back at him. William knew her  well. Even if she didn't say a word, it didn't necessarily mean that she wasn't going to do anything about what happened  in the warehouse. Once Crista had gotten out, she hailed a cab to TA and went straight to the underground warehouse. When she told the guard her name, he opened the door