When they returned, Clyde asked, "Cris, Tristan says you're making me rush to fetch your food?" He lifted his brows, as though pondering whether she actually did. Cristine has recently been aware of their affinity towards lifting their brows.Cristine's gaze narrowed in on the young master. Of course, she didn't persuade Clyde; Tristan is simply fabricating things. Her hands ache to yank someone's hair out. She cast a sweet, coquettish gaze towards Clyde."I'm hungry, Clyde, and I'd like to eat something." "Please?" Cristine is behaving childishly. She has no concept of shame. She understood that her attractiveness was sufficient to conquer other people, but that her childishness was sufficient to conquer her brother.Clyde amusedly stated, "All right, I never expected you could bring your childishness here Cristine." Cristine couldn't believe Clyde called her childish. It's alright not to be too verbal since you can hurt someone's heart. Cristine appeased her heart by saying Clyde wa
Kevin, Jude, and Ryan were members of the Dark Angels alongside the young master. They're also attractive and approachable.If you're still confused, here's a rundown:King Trios:- Clyde (Cristine’s brother)- Darylle- IanDark Angels:- Tristan (Young Master)- Alex- Allen- Kevin- Jude- RyanThey conversed and laughed together. Cristine thought they were amusing. They're a little shy at first because they don't know who she is. You must give someone time to adjust to the presence of others, especially if they are in a group. She was amused when the twins cracked a joke. Consider Alex telling a joke. It was unbelievable. Never mind Tristan's joke. On his behalf, she's embarrassed.Hannah also bursts a rare smile and laugh. Who wouldn't laugh if the joke was truly amusing? These people were jewels, she admits. They brighten her day. If you're not in the mood, find someone who can make you laugh. Their table is brimming with laughter.Cristine notices that someone is once again go
"By the way, I just wanted to let you know that we didn't beg those boys to come with us," Cristine said sweetly, a trace of mocking in her voice. "Why don't you invite them to join you for a meal?" “Maybe they'll say yes," Cristine's tune was tinged with schadenfreude; she sounded like she was digging a hole for someone. Her voice had a pleasant edge to it, as if she was enticing someone to listen to what she had to say.In a flash, her tone became harsh. "What made you go silent?" “Have you cut your tongue?" Cristine's eyes narrowed as she looked at them. It's not nice to converse with someone who is mute."I-I am the granddaughter of the school's owner. Where did you get the confidence to speak ill of us?" The girl, too, stuttered a little. She's attempting to maintain her composure in order to appear confident. That i
"I'm curious, can you stand her attitude?" Cristine's eyes narrowed. If this is the real deal, then true love is screwed up. This is a form of torture.She was adamant about the guy's manner. Her intellect can't comprehend how a guy can love a girl without taking into account the girl's personality. Isn't it crazy? Is this what you meant when you said "love is blind"? He's completely blind."You're so nice to her; by the way, who are you?" " She thinks it's fascinating. She discovered she had a spirit of gossip. With her query, the guy trembles. It was a basic question, yet the boy acted as though it were a sensitive subject."It's none of your concern," the youngster replied angrily to Cristine. Cristine simply shrugged her shoulders. Yeah, she doesn't seem to bother.
Cristine is still on the bench.People are paying attention to a kid who has been chased by his nanny. The kid kept running while her nanny, who was holding a broom, was chasing him. The scene was funny, that's why the students couldn’t help but notice them.Cristine was puzzled why there was a kid on the campus. There isn't a nursery here, right?The child later stumbled and it was in front of Cristine. Cristine just raised her eyebrows while watching the kid. She can’t stand fragile creatures. The child was holding on to his tears. He was looking at her, as if asking her to help him. He would cry anytime.Cristine stood up and knelt in front of him and asked, “Are you okay kid?”
"F*ck! What's your problem? Why did you punch me? Are you insane?" he screamed angrily. He locked his gaze on Cristine. Cristine simply has a laid-back demeanor."Hmm, am I insane? Maybe you, you have a brain problem," Cristine responds gently and slowly, clearly mocking. Cristine smiled sweetly at him."Don't try me, Missy. I even hit a lady. Don't act like you're hard to get," the man with dark black curly hair yelled angrily. After all, who wouldn't be enraged if they were punched?"It's because she doesn't want you, dude," the arrogant guy with platinum blonde hair explained. "Sorry, maybe she likes me more."Cristine threatens the two boys, "As if I like you, don't dare to touch me or else you'll regret everyth
"Mommy, please treat me, I'm scared," says the child.The child's voice is sweet and gentle. Tristan managed to keep his tears at bay. Hearing the child's voice, Cristine softens. She was astonished, though, when she remembered that this kid had called her Mommy. What exactly are you talking about, Mommy?Cristine was still uncertain, so she clarified, "Who is your Mommy?" "Me?" Cristine asked skeptically, pointing at herself.The child called out, "Mommy, please?" Cristine wasn't certain that this kid was acting, but his voice was so sad."Okay, okay, you can stop crying now, you'll look like a girl," she agreed at the end. Cristine pretended to be upset and said, "I will treat you gently.""Thank you, Mom, you're the best.
"Is he your brother, Mom?" " Little Tristan inquired, a smile on his face as he cuddled Cristine. When little Tristan acts coquettish, Cristine feels soft.Cristine softly informed young Tristan, touching the little kid's thick black hair, "Yeah, he is."Young Master was taken aback and asked, "What Mom? Is that your son?" How did she end up with such a big son? Tristan's eyes narrowed slightly as he scrutinized the kid. Cristine's child does not resemble Cristine."Yes, Why? Do you have anything to say?" Cristine scowled at Tristan, her gaze warning him not to say anything stupid.The young master persisted in interrogating Cristine, "Are you kidding me?" He wasn't convinced in the least. Is this her biological chi