After drinking the wine, William noticed that Cristine was not moving yet. "Leave now," he said coldly.
"No, Mr. Ding. I can't leave because you will need me," Cristine said confidently. She then raised the glass in her hand and drank up the wine coquettishly.
In less than two minutes, William felt something strange in his body. The drug was already taking effect. As heat surged up all over his body, he frowned. "How dare you drug me!"
"Well, it feels wonderful, isn't it? Don't you want to experience such kind of feeling, Mr. Ding?" For many years, Cristine had taken all kinds of drugs, both forced and voluntary. And she knew the effect of each drug on people.
That was why she didn't hesitate to use the drug to get William. After tonight, he would be hers. Then she would take back the crown as Mrs. Ding and return Crista to where she should belong. She would live a perfect life in luxury. He would definitely give her everything she wanted.
Wil
Cristine looked at the man behind William. The drug she had just taken was now starting to take effect, and she felt very uncomfortable. It seemed that William read her mind. "Don't you feel comfortable taking these drugs every day?" He had never been soft to others except to Crista, who was always stubborn and innocent. "Do you want him?" he asked again as he turned his head and looked at the man behind him. His voice was still as cold as ice. "Help her." He then stood at the door and waited. Half an hour later, the man was neatly dressed when he walked out of the room. "Mr. Ding." "You can leave now." William looked at Cristine and sneered. "Mr. Ding, do you want to do it now?" She only said it. But the truth was, she didn't have the strength to have sex anymore. William's face darkened. "You are really a cheap bitch. I didn't even touch you last time. Do you think I will make an exception today?" Of course, he knew her purpo
Crista was in a light trance. Yes, she had been thinking when William would come home. But she didn't expect that it would be at this time. And it seemed that he had been there for a while. It was just that she didn't notice him. "You're back." She finally managed to greet him after standing there in a daze for a long time. William glanced at the snowman coldly before he turned to look at Crista's flushed face. "Do you still want to play?" Of course, she wanted to play wildly in the snow for a long time. But when she looked at his cold eyes, she could only shake her head. Without saying a word, he held her cold hand and took her back into the villa. The villa had a heating system, so the inside was more comfortable. William took off his jacket and threw it on the sofa casually. His gaze swept over the flowers on the side table, which added warmth in the living room even in the cold winter. Crista had really taken this place as her home
On cold winter days, Crista dominated the kitchen of the villa. She cooked different kinds of soup every day. William didn't say anything or stop her from what she was doing. In fact, he ate anything she prepared on the dining table. It had been a while that he didn't go to the entertainment club. He went to work in the daytime and came home at night. One day, it was getting dark outside. Crista was reading a book on the sofa. After a while, her eyes felt tired, so she leaned back and closed them. Before she could know it, she had already dozed off. When William came back from work, he frowned when he saw her sleeping on the sofa. Before he left this morning, he told her that he would come home late. But still, she deliberately stayed in the living room to wait for him until she fell asleep. Why did she do it? Was she trying to be a good wife, waiting for her husband to come home? He froze. His wife? When did he start treating her as his real wife? Cr
William looked at Cristine coldly. "Are you trying to get money from her?" Cristine lowered her head. She felt so weak and hopeless. She would never have the chance to call Crista again. He slightly bent over and said, "If you dare to make another phone call, you will never get that drug again." Crista was his woman. No matter how unhappy she would be, he would never allow Cristine to approach her. So he had to threaten Cristine. Cristine shook her head. "No. I won't ever call her again." She squatted in the corner and watched William leave. She was left alone in the room again. Was William protecting Crista? In the past, Tristan was the one always protecting her. Now, it was William. Was Crista using her beauty to charm these men to become rich? But William also had Carla by his side. Not only Cristine but also Crista knew the intimate relationship between them. After all, Crista was just a nominal wife. And she was much inferior to Carla. No
After eating, William and Carla left the restaurant, while Tristan and Sally found a table in one corner. Sally was no longer in the mood. She had been wearing a sullen expression on her face. Tristan watched William and Carla leave together, looking very intimate, and his heart ached for Crista. William was dating another woman outside. But what about her? She did not only have to work and make money, but she also had to be locked up by Brian in his villa. She had no freedom at all. Sally noticed that he looked restless, so she said, "Do you want to find that bitch right now? Okay, fine! Go ahead and look for her!" She then grabbed her handbag and ran out of the restaurant without looking back. Looking at the dishes that they hadn't eaten yet, Tristan heaved a sigh. He then took out some cash from his wallet, put it on the table, and followed her out. "Sally, wait! Sally, please don't be angry." He grabbed her. "What? Why are you pulling me?
Crista had been lying in bed for hours, but she wasn't getting better. Her face was so pale now that it made her look lifeless. Beads of sweat streamed down her forehead as the pain got worse. Maria touched Crista's forehead, and her eyes widened in shock. "Mrs. Ding, we have to go to the hospital." Crista struggled to prop herself up and get out of the bed. But as soon as her feet touched the floor, she fell down and lost her consciousness. Maria screamed in fear. William was in the study talking with someone on the phone. When he heard the noise, he rushed to Crista's room. "What's going on here?" There was a clear hint of displeasure in his cold voice. "Mr. Ding, Mrs. Ding fainted." Maria was panic-stricken. She looked at him, not knowing what to do. "Tell Nico to take her to the hospital." He then turned around and left. When Crista regained her consciousness, she w
Tristan looked at Molly solemnly. "You are my wife." His words were enough to remove all the uneasiness in her heart at once. "Honey, maybe it's about time we consider having a baby." Sally didn't like the fact that Tristan had been using condoms, preventing her from getting pregnant. He kept on saying that he didn't want a baby yet because he wanted to enjoy their lives together, just the two of them. But she knew that it was only an excuse. He didn't want to have a baby because he didn't want a burden. And he didn't want to be tied up to her forever. Tristan looked at Sally. "Didn't we make a deal before we got married?" "I know. But I want to have a baby now. I stay at home every day doing nothing, and I'm getting bored. I want to have a baby to take care of and play with." Sally wanted to keep him by her side using the baby. But not only that. She wanted to have everything of him, not only his body but also his heart. She wrapped her arms
Tristan looked at the bag of medicine in Crista's hand. "Chica, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" Crista shook her head. "I'm fine." When a waiter came over and gave them the menu, Tristan asked, "What would you like to drink or eat, Chica?" "Just a glass of milk, please." She couldn't drink coffee because of the baby in her belly. Tristan ordered a cup of coffee for himself. As they sat facing each other and waiting for their orders to be served, Crista took out the coat. "I know what you want, but I can't accept it." She had to clear up the misunderstanding now. Otherwise, it would continue to exist for a long time. They would only make things more difficult for them. Tristan looked at the coat she handed to him. "He's upset about it, isn't he?" He had already anticipated this. But every time he remembered how intimate William and Carla were in the restaurant, he felt very angry. "Tristan, Sally is your wife now. You should love