Semua Bab Cruel Love: Bab 11 - Bab 20

After Crista prepared the dishes and served them at the table, Carla looked at them with a disgusted expression. William and Carla were sitting face to face. William asked her to taste the dishes and give her opinion about them. Carla tasted each of them and was very much unsatisfied with the taste. She either pointed out the dishes were too salty or too spicy. Seeing that, William glared at Crista and asked, "Are you taking your revenge on me because I asked you to cook?" "No, it's nothing like that." Crista shook her head. It was so very obvious that they intentionally picked on her. She had nothing to say because it wouldn't make any difference. "No? Because, none of these dishes is edible! These taste so bad!" he snapped then got up and threw away all the food to the ground. The floor was a mess now. Crista although had expected this, it still hurt her feelings. She had cooked with so much dedication, but he didn't even value her hard work. All of

As they were eating, Crista looked up from the plate and turned around. Suddenly she froze when her eyes met William's sharp gaze directly on her. Carla followed William's gaze and located Crista. A smirk appeared on her face as she waited for the drama. "Chica, what's wrong?" Tristan held Crista's hand and shook it gently. "Are you cold? Why is your hand so cold?" "Oh, it's nothing. I'm fine." Crista forced a smile as she averted her gaze from William and looked down. She withdrew her hand gently from Tristan's hold, conscious of William's burning gaze that bore into her. She knew he was misunderstanding the whole situation. She'd have to face its consequences. "Come on, finish the food. Do you want more? I can order more for you." Tristan looked at her with adoration in his eyes. She was still that little girl whom he left years ago. He reached out and rubbed her hair softly. He wanted to come back before her eighteenth birthday and celebrat

William stood in front of the window, overlooking the garden below. An inner turmoil was going on inside him. The room was dark and the only light came from the lit cigarette held between his fingers. His jaws were clenched together making his aura look more domineering. His mind darted to the thought of that woman he had made his wife. He couldn't understand how she could affect his heart so much. When he saw her at the coffee shop, getting cozy with that man, something unusual shifted inside him. It surprised him more when she allowed that man to hold her hand and touch her hair. The way she smiled at him, it made William unreasonably angry. His phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the screen before answering the call. "Martin, how is it going? Have you got any information?" "Mr. Ding, his name is Tristan, the Deputy CEO of Yu Group," Martin answered. William had asked him to investigate this particular person without telling him the reason. Martin was slight

Before Crista could hang up the phone, William stood up quickly, grabbed her phone and threw it on the floor. The phone broke in half instantly. "My phone!" Crista screamed. She looked at the broken phone on the ground in horror. She bought the phone by saving money for several months. Although she had used the phone for many years, she couldn't afford another phone at this moment.   "Oh? Are you bothered by that broken phone? You're from the Jin Family. This inexpensive phone must not too much for you. If you want to talk to Tristan, I can give you my phone." William was furious after learning Cristine didn't take him seriously when he asked her not to contact Tristan anymore.   He walked towards her broken phone and stared at it with a scawl. "This old model of your phone is making me suspect whether you are really from the Jin Family."   Crista flinched at his words. He had suspected her. What if he found out

Crista dragged her aching body to her room. She was sore all over. Leaning against the bed, she sat on the ground. Her eyes shifted to the bottle of contraceptive pills on the bedside table. How long would she have to do this? Sitting in his room, William took a drag of his cigarette and puffed out the smoke. His mind kept replaying what just happened. He wondered why he became so impulsive after being drunk. It never happened before. He still couldn't understand what kind of woman Cristine was? William wanted to investigate about her when he realized her behavior differed from what he had heard about her. But when Tristan showed up, he overlooked his suspicion. Her secret rendezvous with Tristan was enough proof. Crista grabbed her new phone, which was given by William. There was no other phone number except his. He really wanted her to cut off all contacts. She stared at it forlornly before putting it aside. A week passed by after that incident. Crista fear