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
Crista dragged her aching body to her room. She was sore all over. Leaning against the bed, she sat on the ground. Her eyes shifted to the bottle of contraceptive pills on the bedside table. How long would she have to do this? Sitting in his room, William took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke. His mind kept replaying what just happened. He wondered why he became so impulsive after being drunk. It never happened before. He still couldn't understand what kind of woman Cristine was? William wanted to investigate about her when he realized her behavior differed from what he had heard about her. But when Tristan showed up, he overlooked his suspicion. Her secret rendezvous with Tristan was enough proof. Crista grabbed her new phone, which was given by William. There was no other phone number except his. He really wanted her to cut off all contacts. She stared at it forlornly before putting it aside. A week passed by after that incident. Crista fear
Crista waited for Tristan in the cafe, but he didn't come, and it was already dark outside. Would he come today? She was confident that her Tristan would come. But after the night fell, when he didn't show up, she decided to leave. If she didn't leave now, she wouldn't be able to catch the last bus. When she was about to leave, a familiar figure walked into the cafe. "I'm sorry, Chica. I'm late." She beamed at him. Finally, her Tristan had come. But, her smile only lasted for a short moment. How would she explain things to him? She didn't even know how to start the conversation. Although, she had prepared for this meeting and thought of many ways she could explain, but now they seemed not good enough. "Chica, what's wrong? You look unhappy. Why? Are you sad because I'm late?" Tristan reached out and held her hand. His eyes were full of concern. "I'm really sorry, Chica. I was busy with some important work." Crista shook her head. "It's
William's eyebrows knitted in a frown. Was Cristine walking back home because she had no money? It was hard to believe that the daughter of the Jin family had a crisis of money. Maria and Crista's conversation confused both William and Martin. However, William only glared at her and said nothing. His icy stare made Crista shiver. She lowered her eyes and said, "Mr. Ding, I won't
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. Did his Chica k
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