William didn't realize that he'd bump into that stupid woman while entering the villa. So he didn't even help her when she stumbled back and fell on her bum. His eyes turned cold as he watched her with pursed lips.
Crista hissed in pain before raising her eyes and met with William's icy glare. She gulped and apologized immediately, "I'm sorry, I didn't notice you coming."
"Who are you going to meet in such a hurry?" William sneered at her making Crista flinch. Of course, she couldn't get lucky all the time, and the devil had to come at this time just to prove that.
"I was just going to school." Crista whined as she got up staggering slightly. She refrained herself from saying anything else, because she knew he would not believe her anyway.
According to William, everything she said was just an excuse.
"Really?" Obviously, William didn't believe her.
Crista took a glance at her watch. She'd be late today. Her eyes shifted back to William
After Crista prepared the dishes and served them at the table, Carla looked at them with a disgusted expression. William and Carla were sitting face to face. William asked her to taste the dishes and give her opinion about them. Carla tasted each of them and was very much unsatisfied with the taste. She either pointed out the dishes were too salty or too spicy. Seeing that, William glared at Crista and asked, "Are you taking your revenge on me because I asked you to cook?" "No, it's nothing like that." Crista shook her head. It was so very obvious that they intentionally picked on her. She had nothing to say because it wouldn't make any difference. "No? Because, none of these dishes is edible! These taste so bad!" he snapped then got up and threw away all the food to the ground. The floor was a mess now. Crista although had expected this, it still hurt her feelings. She had cooked with so much dedication, but he didn't even value her hard work. All of
Crista looked down at the porridge made by Maria and got overwhelmed by her generosity. She was so touched that it made her teary. Her eyes welled up and tears streamed down her face. "Mrs. Ding, please enjoy your breakfast. You ate nothing last night. You are still sick and I just received the news that Mr. Ding won't come back today. So, you can rest at home peacefully." Maria gave her an encouraging smile and went back to the kitchen. After the breakfast, Crista put on a white coat and went to the garden. Sitting alone on a bench, she eyed around the place. The garden was beautiful, but she didn't like it. Her heavy heart made it impossible to concentrate on the beauty. The entire day she stayed at home. But this could not go on forever. The next day, she went to school. Around noon, she went to the bank near the school alone. She had some savings there. It was accumulated from her part-time jobs. The money was not much, but she could always work a
As they were eating, Crista looked up from the plate and turned around. Suddenly she froze when her eyes met William's sharp gaze directly on her. Carla followed William's gaze and located Crista. A smirk appeared on her face as she waited for the drama. "Chica, what's wrong?" Tristan held Crista's hand and shook it gently. "Are you cold? Why is your hand so cold?" "Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine." Crista forced a smile as she averted her gaze from William and looked down. She withdrew her hand gently from Tristan's hold, conscious of William's burning gaze that bore into her. She knew he was misunderstanding the whole situation. She'd have to face its consequences. "Come on, finish the food. Do you want more? I can order more for you." Tristan looked at her with adoration in his eyes. She was still that little girl whom he left years ago. He reached out and rubbed her hair softly. He wanted to come back before her eighteenth birthday and celebrat
Crista couldn't say no to him when Tristan insisted. She wasn't sure how long she could hide the truth from him. But if she rejected him too many times, he would be suspicious. After leaving the cafe, Tristan drove her back to her school. "Chica, can you have dinner with me tonight?" Tristan eagerly waited for her response. He even was very reluctant to leave Crista. Crista felt guilty again to lie to him. But she had no other choice. She gave him a half-smile and said, "Tristan, I have work tonight. Let's do it sometime later." Tristan thought for a moment and then said, "Okay! This is my card. It has my new phone number. Call me if you have time." "Okay." Crista nodded with a smile and took the card from him. The card had his title printed on it. "Executive Director and Deputy CEO of Yu Group". After exchanging goodbyes to each other, Tristan left and Crista went back to attend her classes. When she returned to the villa after school, Willia
William stood in front of the window, overlooking the garden below. An inner turmoil was going on inside him. The room was dark and the only light came from the lit cigarette held between his fingers. His jaws were clenched together making his aura look more domineering. His mind darted to the thought of that woman he had made his wife. He couldn't understand how she could affect his heart so much. When he saw her at the coffee shop, getting cozy with that man, something unusual shifted inside him. It surprised him more when she allowed that man to hold her hand and touch her hair. The way she smiled at him, it made William unreasonably angry. His phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the screen before answering the call. "Martin, how is it going? Have you got any information?" "Mr. Ding, his name is Tristan, the Deputy CEO of Yu Group," Martin answered. William had asked him to investigate this particular person without telling him the reason. Martin was slight
Tristan had a fiancee? The unexpected news shocked Crista. How could it be possible? Why didn't Tristan tell her anything? It meant the woman she saw with Tristan that day was his fiancee. If he was engaged already, why did he promise to be with her? He promised to give her a good life in the future. Was it nothing but a lie? "Don't tell me you don't know that," William taunted, noticing her surprised expression. Crista's eyes darted towards the documents in William's hand. She realized they were all related to Tristan. Of course! He was William Ding! A man whose one word was enough to decide if a person would continue to live or just die. It was ridiculous for her to expect anything good from him. "Why are you silent now? Cristine, I didn't really expect that you'd date such a man. Why are you now pretending to be surprised?" William dropped the photo of Tristan on the table and looked up at Crista. Crista considered whether she should
Before Crista could hang up the phone, William stood up quickly, grabbed her phone and threw it on the floor. The phone broke in half instantly. "My phone!" Crista screamed. She looked at the broken phone on the ground in horror. She bought the phone by saving money for several months. Although she had used the phone for many years, she couldn't afford another phone at this moment. "Oh? Are you bothered by that broken phone? You're from the Jin Family. This inexpensive phone must not too much for you. If you want to talk to Tristan, I can give you my phone." William was furious after learning Cristine didn't take him seriously when he asked her not to contact Tristan anymore. He walked towards her broken phone and stared at it with a scawl. "This old model of your phone is making me suspect whether you are really from the Jin Family." Crista flinched at his words. He had suspected her. What if he found out
In the club, sitting in the private room on the second floor, William overlooked the crowd on the first floor through the glass window. "Carla, you have managed this place so well." Carla handed a glass of wine to William. "Mr. Ding, how can I not since it's your order? How can I be careless in taking care of this place?" William had many entertainment clubs, hotels and other subsidiaries running under his name. He ran them all by himself, and Carla really could understand the pressure he put up with all the time. "Carla, are you tired?" As Carla sat beside him, William pulled her close by her waist. "If you feel tired, you can ask Martin to help you." Carla smiled. "Don't worry, Mr. Ding I'm fine. You saved my life. I'm willing and very glad to do everything for you." William nodded and gulped down the wine in the glass. "You follow me everywhere. If you keep doing that, you can't relax for yourself." Carla was the only woman who followed him everywh