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,
With Lewis' help, Crista finished two days' worth of work by nine PM. As she stared at the neatly organized bookshelves, a smile appeared on her face. Lewis said to her, "Isn't it good that I helped you?" "Indeed! Thank you very much. It's getting late, we should go!" Crista walked out of the school along with him. "It's really late. Would you like to have dinner with me?" he said, leaning against the car. She wanted to refuse him, but when she saw how exhausted he was, she didn't have the heart to reject him this time. "Sounds great!" Lewis drove Crista to a high-end western restaurant for dinner, and Nico followed behind them. "Would you like to have steak or pork chop?" asked Lewis. "Either is fine," Crista said, smiling. She really didn't care either way. In truth, the choices didn't matter because she never liked western food. Looking at her, Lewis said, "I'd suggest you try the spaghetti. They make an amazing spaghetti here."
William stared at the woman in front of him for a long moment before saying, "Are you waiting for me to come back?" He was probing, but his steely tone was ruthless. Crista merely looked at him wordlessly. She wasn't waiting for him, but she knew he didn't want to hear that. Her only option was to remain silent. "Why don't you say something?" William tightened his grip on her waist, his fingers digging painfully into her flesh. "No," she said. She knew he would be upset, but she didn't want to lie to him. This was how they got along with each other. William cocked his head as his gaze bore into her and said, "You are getting bolder and bolder with each passing day." Although he was drunk, he still could steadily steer her towards the second floor. His swift movement made Crista almost believe that he was sober. The next morning, Lewis was standing at the school gate, a light gray overcoat around his shoulders as he waited for Crista to show up
William's room was reeking of alcohol. Did he drink again? She didn't smell the overpowering alcoholic odor coming from him when they ran into each other at the restaurant earlier. "I'm home." Crista timidly approached him. "Hmm," William grunted. Based on the look on his face, he was probably furious. He had told her not to get too close to other men, and today, she had dinner with Lewis, but all William did was to grunt at her and nothing else. Crista moved her lips, but she ended up not saying anything, Should she explain to him why she was late tonight? Or was it even necessary to do so? He saw it with his own two eyes. An explanation probably wasn't needed at this point. Just like her situation with Tristan in the past, William believed what he saw, and there was nothing left needed to be explained to him. As soon as she turned around, he stopped her. "Aren't you going to explain yourself?" Was she not even going to try to defend herself?
When Lewis came out of the school, he saw the two girls chatting. "Sally," he called out. "Lewis!" Sally advanced towards him and hugged him affectionately. Thereafter, Lewis wrapped his arm around Crista's waist and said, "You two know each other? Come, let's have dinner together." Sally was taken aback. "Lewis, do you know her?" 'This coquettish woman! First she seduced my husband and now she is trying to sink her claws into Lewis!' "No!" "No, thanks!" Both woman blurted out simultaneously. Lewis smiled cunningly at Crista. "Do you want me to drag you into the car again?" He was reluctant to force her "It's already quite late. I should be heading back." She was in no mood for a fancy dinner with Sally. "It's okay. I'll drive you home. I don't see your driver around." Lewis opened the car door and she seated herself. Noticing this, Molly griped, "Lewis, she is a vixen! She seduced Tristan!" She reminded him. Le
"There's nothing in this world that I want to do but can't do." How dare this woman defend Lewis? He walked away without even casting her a glance. Crista propped herself up. 'What am I supposed to do?' In school, running into Lewis was inevitable. The following day, Crista took the initiative to meet with him. "You rarely make an appointment with me. Does this mean you're agreeing to be my girlfriend?" Lewis flashed her a bright smile. His pleasant expression made it difficult for her to respond. After a long silence, Crista indifferently said, "We can't see each other anymore." Lewis' smile quickly disappeared. "Are you joking?" He stared at her intently. "I'm not," she answered sternly. The reason she did this was because she didn't want anyone else to suffer what Tristan went through because of her. And so, the best way to prevent that was to stop seeing each other. "Is it because William won't allow you to hang out with me?" Lewis couldn'
"Crista, don't you think I'm too lenient to you?" William walked up to her, firmly gripping her neck with his large hands. Crista neither resisted nor showed any signs of struggling. She just stared daggers at him and said, "He got hurt because of me." She gave him a simple explanation. "Did I give you permission to see him? Huh?" Her words only served to infuriate William further. "I wanted to see him," she said indifferently. She wanted to see Lewis so that she could tell him that they couldn't see each other anymore. However, the accident with the boiling pot of tea interrupted their conversation. Unfortunately, explaining to William was a lost cause, Whatever she said, he wouldn't listen to it. Carla's presence served as a reminder that Mr. Ding had no shortage of women in his life. She was expendable and he owned her life. "Do you want to kill me?" Slowly, a smile appeared on Crista's lips. To him, she was always challenging his authority