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?
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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
While tears streaming down Crista's face, she looked at William and shook her head vigorously. "Mr. Ding, please believe me. There's nothing between Tristan and me. Nothing happened between us. The baby is innocent. Please don't do anything to my baby." William just stared at her coldly. "How can he buy you such expensive clothes if you're not seeing him often? You've met each other these days, right? That's why he has gotten you pregnant so easily." Obviously, he didn't believe her words. He never believed in her in the past, he would never believe in her now or in the future. "No! Mr. Ding, it's not like that." She held his sleeve tightly, trying her best to persuade him. "Mr. Ding, please let Mrs. Ding in first. It's so cold outside, and she's pregnant now. Something bad may happen to her and to the baby." Maria couldn't stand it anymore, so she plucked up all her courage to speak up. Now she understood why Crista asked her to keep this matter a se
Crista was a little surprised when the middle-aged woman from the other bed in the ward came to her. "What you're eating is not nutritious enough for you and your baby. Have some chicken soup." The middle-aged woman put a bowl of chicken soup in front of her. Crista lowered her gaze, looked at the steaming chicken soup, and said, "No, thanks. It's okay. I'm just fine." "Just drink it. You have to eat well for the sake of your baby. But you can't do that if you only rely on the food here, small hospitals like this don't actually serve good meals. Anyway, I've cooked a lot, and my daughter-in-law can't drink it all. So just drink this, okay?" the woman said with a smile. With a faint smile on her face, Crista picked up the bowl and said, "Thank you." "Are you alone? Why is there no one here to take care of you?" the woman then asked curiously. "Yes, I'm just alone," Crista replied with a nod. She was alone now. But in the future, she had a child to acco
William stood aside, watching Tristan guarding Crista against him. He looked at Tristan and asked, "Mr. Gu, you seem to be very protective of her. Is it possible that the child in her belly is yours?" Crista's eyes widened in shock upon hearing William's words. She shook her head and replied, "No, it's not his." She had made things worse now. If William continued to misunderstand the situation, Tristan would be involved. He was already married, and she didn't want him to be in big trouble just because of her. But much to her surprise, Tristan suddenly said, "Yes, Chica's child is mine, so let her go now. I'll give you anything you want as long as you let her go." Seeing Crista in such a miserable situation made Tristan decide to take her away even if he lost everything. "No! I want her," William retorted. His eyes darkened as he stared at Tristan. "Do you know how she is when she is in my bed, huh?" Tristan's face turned deathly pale. William's words