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

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.

Tristan knew only one thing. The woman in front of him was the one he had loved for so many years. No matter what kind of relationship she had with William, he still wanted her. If he hadn't left Crista and come back late, she would have been his woman instead of William Ding. However, that changed nothing. He didn’t know what Crista was thinking, but he still wanted her to be his woman.

"Misunderstanding? How ridiculous! Do you think I’m stupid? I should have caught you in bed with him. Only then would you have admitted, right? B*tch!" Sally sneered. "You're even flirting with each other in public. How could you tell me that I’m misunderstanding you after seeing that? Anyone who has eyes can clearly see that neither of you is innocent, and here you're, busy eating cake?" Sally’s eyes darted towards the cake on the table. "I'll let you eat it then!" As soon as she finished her words, she picked up the cake and smashed it on Crista's face. All the cream got stuck on Crista's face, making her embarrassed in front of everyone. Crista didn't know how to react after this. She just sat there in a daze. "B*tch, don't let me see you again!" Sally pushed on her chest hard, then turned around and left. There was cream all over Crista's face. She quietly stood up, painfully aware of everyone’s gaze on her, then left the restaurant. Walking on the road i

William glared at the disheveled woman in front of him. "Do you think you have a say in this?" William still couldn’t understand why was she pretending to be innocent? "I know this is not up to me to decide anything, but you can't do this to me." Crista felt nauseous as the effect of alcohol kicked in. Her stomach twisted as she leaned against the wall.   "Then what do you want? Are you not satisfied with one man? Do you want several men at one time? Huh?" William gritted his teeth. He was now frustrated with her. She was the only one who dared to touch his tolerance limit. She was testing his patience over and over. "I can do anything for you, but I don't want to stay here. I will do other jobs and make money to repay you." He just wanted money, didn't he? Then he should not care how she made money. "Mr. Ding!" Carla opened her mouth. She looked at the stubborn woman named Cristine and wondered what if she was scheming a plan to