William's gaze made Crista uncomfortable, so she just shook her head reluctantly. "No, I won't drink that much anymore.
Only when she gave him a satisfactory answer did he finally let her go. "It's almost Chinese New Year Pack up your things from the maids' house and move back in here. Don't make me say it again." Since he had allowed her to meet Cristine, she must uphold her end of the bargain and move back in.
Stunned, Crista asked, "Didn't you say that you wouldn't force me to do anything?" Why did he change his decision overnight? She wouldn't agree to his request even if she was drunk.
"I'm making you do this for a good reason. If you want Cristine to have a good life, you need to come back." He remembered how she went to his room every night like she was making a report recently. At the thought of it, William felt very unhappy.
"I don't believe she's living a good life right now. Do whatever the hell you want. I'm not going to move back in." She
Crista looked at Sally totally aghast. Then she stared at Tristan quizzically. She said, "Get up, Mrs. Gu. I promise not to ever see him again!" After all that had transpired recently, there was certainly no reason for her and Tristan to ever see each other again. Tristan tried to interject but Crista knew that anything he uttered at that moment would further exacerbate the problem. She instructed him, "Mr. Gu, take your precious wife home! We are in a public place now." Crista was not in the least bit concerned about anyone's opinions about her. But she knew at the back of her mind that if the daughter and son-in-law of the prestigious Yu Group continued to misbehave in public, they would promptly feature in the following day's news broadcast. Crista then made a hasty exit from the shopping mall. Nico, who had been patiently awaiting her at the gate, hurried forth to assist her with her bag. He immediately detected that something was amiss. Deeply concerned,
'What's the point?' Crista sneered. Right now, everything was pointless to Crista. If he wanted to tell her something, he would. But if he didn't want her to know anything, or if he was going to take another woman on a business trip, then it was better if he didn't tell her. "What time is your flight?" Crista said to him after a long time of hesitating to speak. Was she beginning to care about him? She had barely ever asked him about anything, not even what he wanted for dinner. But no matter what she cooked William never complained. As he rested his chin on her slender shoulder, he said, "Send me off at the airport." She didn't have the right to refuse him. Her face was a bit swollen, but she didn't feel any pain. They were seated at the back of the car. Crista looked out the window at the vast snowy land. "It's so beautiful," she muttered. This winter, she had lost everything, and her heart was sealed in ice, causing it to become colder than snow. S
Instead of going upstairs to take a shower, Crista headed for the kitchen. She reached into the refrigerator and took out the dishes for the supposed dinner tonight. Then, she placed them on the dining table. "Here you go. Have a taste," she said as she approached William. It was Chinese New Year's Eve, and people were supposed to have a family reunion dinner tonight. But unfortunately, Crista was all alone. As such, she lost her appetite. While staring at Crista, William also entered the dining room and took a seat. Then, his eyes shifted to the dishes on the table. "Did you prepare all of these yourself?" She nodded. "Yeah, I did. Why? Is there anything you don't like?" Since she wasn't busy, she decided to make dinner for New Year's Eve. Unfortunately, she found herself alone that night. After picking up his chopsticks, William tasted the dishes. He looked at her with an impressed look. "They taste fine." As she met his gaze
Crista sat up and said, "I don't want to stay here." She despised living there, more so after Carla called William. William advanced towards her and angrily threw back the covers. "Then don't sleep tonight!" How could this woman be so ungrateful? She was clearly taking advantage of his kindness. William had ruthlessly tortured her throughout the night. She felt too weak to beg for mercy. On Chinese New Year's Day, Crista only awoke at noon. She was in William's room. Her body wracked with pain, making any kind of movement difficult. She promised herself that she would not act tough in front of him in future for her own safety. On the other hand, William seemed unperturbed. Lounging in a black robe, he looked laid-back, yet elegant, as he savored a glass of red wine. "Are you awake? Get up! Quit pretending to be asleep!" William had noticed her eyelids flutter, but she quickly pretended to fall into a slumber again. Crista awoke
It was easy for William to say something like that. He told Crista to sit on his seat. She felt pins and needles on her sweating palms. Was she actually going to play mahjong now? She didn't even recognize any of the mahjong tiles. Not ten minutes after she sat down, she had almost lost all of the chips William had won earlier. To her, it felt like she just willingly gave the other three opponents all the money. Meanwhile, William just drank and smoked nonchalantly, He hardly cared about the money at all. It didn't matter how much she lost because he could afford it. All he wanted was to alleviate her boredom. However, he realized that this woman had absolutely no affinity for gambling Crista lost again and again, and now she really had no more chips on hand. She turned to William and helplessly shook her head. "Mr. Ding." "Mrs. Ding, it's not a big deal. I can lend you three hundred chips." "I'll lend you five hundred, Mrs. Ding." "We
William put the glass down. "Then I'm not drinking it. It's getting late. You should go to bed. "Upon seeing that he didn't drink the milk, Crista felt disheartened. My plan failed, didn't it?' He pressed her against the sofa, holding her in his arms. "What's going on? You were smiling at me earlier and you even served me milk. Is there something you want me to do? Or maybe you're asking for more s*x? "How perverted he is! Isn't there any other thought going on in his head?' Crista cursed in her mind. Or was he so horny that he wanted to fuck her again? "What are you thinking of? Have you made up your mind?" William had always been aloof and devoid of emotion, and the mere sound of his voice was enough to weaken her knees. Impatiently, Crista answered, "Drink the milk and you can do anything you want to me." Since she had said that, he was certainly going to drink the milk. His lips evoked a charming smile. And like a poppy flower, it enticed
William frowned at the thought that everything had something to do with Crista. He shouldn't have underestimated her. "Mr. Ding, shall we investigate this matter as well?" Although Martin's opinion of her had improved, he was still a bit worried. Because Crista, the adopted daughter of the Jin family, had stirred up a ruckus and it hadn't subsided yet. "No, that's not necessary. There are a lot of people doing it already. Sooner or later, the truth will come out. You can rest for a few days. You shouldn't go running around working all the time." William patted Martin on the back. "I'm alright, Mr. Ding. I think you should keep an eye on Miss Crista Jin. I'm worried that she has ulterior motives." He was still suspicious of Crista's true identity. No self-respecting woman would subject to being a substitute bride unless she was up to something. "I got it. It's not that big of a deal. If you have some spare time on your hands, watch over the AS
Regardless of how sore her hands felt, Crista grabbed her bag, and said, "How about this, Mr. Liu? I'll help you get out of here. Outsiders are not allowed to stay in the school for too long, so I'll just tell the guard you were here to help me with the work in the library." Thinking that her suggestion was reasonable, Lewis said, "Thanks for your help." "It's no big deal. Anyway, let's move it!" Crista flashed him a beaming smile. Perhaps she was the type of girl who would easily trust people. She showed her Student ID to the guard and said something to him, and then she and Lucas ran out of the school quickly. "It's okay now. You can go home quickly. I'm going home, too." Nico must've been waiting for a while now, so Crista had to get home as soon as possible. As soon as she turned around, Lewis grabbed her wrist. "Chica, you helped me. How about I treat you to dinner?" he asked. Glancing at her watch, she said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Liu,