A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Tristan held Kate’s hand as they went to look around each room.

He told her, “She was born into a wealthy family. Her parents’ only daughter. She grew up with a very good education and knew all kinds of arts. The best she could do was dance. She was a little sentimental, a perfectionist.”

They walked to the bedroom. Kate resisted it in her heart, but when they entered, she found it clean, tidy, quiet, and soothing. Tristan picked up a cushion from a recliner and showed her, “She was interested in this. For a period of time, she was almost obsessed with it.”

Cross-stitch. Kate looked at it. Two cute bears on the cushion. She touched the delicate stitches with her fingers. Her roommate used to do this. She thought it was a waste of time.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

Tristan’s former wife was different from Kate’s from this point. She seemed to see a woman doing a cross-stitch on a dark night. Time passed with each stitch.

They got back to the living room on the lower floor. Tristan stood at the French window with his back to Kate.

He recalled in a low voice, “After she was gone, I lived here for three years. I was immersed in grief and guilt. And later, I knew I could not live in the past anymore, and that surely was not what she would have wished for.

“I didn’t compare you to her because everyone is unique. It is nonsense that I take you as her substitute. That is not fair for you or respectful to her.”

Tristan turned and looked at Kate candidly, “She will always be in my heart, but she belongs to the past. And you…” he paused a little, “are what I have now.”

And the future.

The afternoon sunshine shone through the French window dazzlingly. But even more dazzling were Tristan’s eyes. They looked calm and cool, but Kate felt they were as hot as the sun. She didn’t hear him very clearly, but she felt the words burnt into her heart.

She was silent for a few seconds, and then she shifted her eyes to the couches and the coffee table. She said, “Let’s cover these up.”

“All right.”

On the way back, it was extremely quiet in the car.

Tristan had just opened the world he never displayed to outsiders and shared part of his memory that he didn’t plan to show; Kate had intruded into a private sector of other people’s lives and knew an important secret of theirs, which brought her some emotional stirrings and more helplessness.

The car drove to the district of seaside villas. Salty sea wind blew in through the half-opened window and cleared Kate’s head. She said calmly, “Even so, that doesn’t mean I want to deliver the baby for you.”

The car that was going smoothly stopped abruptly, and the wheels gave out the harsh sound of large-scale abrasions with the ground.

Tristan’s hand gripped the steering wheel tightly, and he was looking ahead. Kate could feel his contained emotion.

Breaking the tense silence, Kate said with a cool tone, “Don’t forget we have an agreement.”

Tristan laughed lightly and said calmly, “Okay. Three years later, you go, and the kid stays.”

Kate had raged in her eyes and turned to him, “You made me sell myself, and now you want me to sell my child?”

Tristan gave her a glance and resumed driving, and then he said unhurriedly, “Either you two stay or the child stays. In any case, I want the child.”

Kate was indignant. Something had felt strange after she woke up after starvation two days ago. She could not figure out what it was. Now she knew it was his sudden change of attitude-because of the child.

She said with indignation, “I am not a tool for you to produce offspring.”

Tristan was pissed at her line of argument. He replied lazily, “About offspring, you’d better pray it will be a boy, or we’ll have to have one or two more in the next three years.”

Kate liked children. Ever since she remembered, there had been children around her. She saw the children grow up little by little. It was a magical experience. She had imagined one day she would have a child of her own; she would give all her love, the best things in the world, to her child.

But that was on the premise of marriage.

Now she was not only a mistress but also pregnant with an illegitimate child. Before she could live with her parents, she could not live with herself. This caused Kate to panic.

She had made a mistake that led to a series of mistakes. Her life now was like a bucking bronco that was totally out of her control.

She put her hand to her belly sometimes. It was still flat, and she could not believe there was a life there. What does a 6-week child look like? She tried to determine when this error could have occurred. It must have been the time at the birthday party, in Mr. Hitchcock’s closet.

Every time she recalled that encounter, her face blushed, and her ears burned. She would call him a psycho inside.

After their encounter at the party, Tristan had used a handkerchief to pack the disgusting thing and said they could not leave evidence, totally forgetting about his mysophobia. But the evidence was partially left in her body. She was worried at that time, but he assured her that the doctor had said it was not easy to get pregnant.

Now she suspected that even that was just part of Tristan’s scheme. A liar!

He was just in the next room. Ever since knowing she was pregnant, he had changed too. He lingered all the time at home, mostly working in his study, but even his existence still affected Kate seriously.

In no time, he even trespassed to her place. Laura mentioned that he did the cleaning himself sometimes, but it was still shocking to see him do it.

Tristan was wearing light colored home clothes and had a mop in his hands with quite a professional posture. A little follower was running after him wherever he went. He mopped the place where she sat and said, “Excuse me.”

“Get Lucy to the other place. She stains the place I have already mopped.”

Kate carried up the fat cat and was ordered out of the room. And then she heard him say, “Don’t you feel too heavy to carry it?”

He performed the job with dedication. Not a nook was missed. He squatted to pick up her hair from time to time.

Kate stood aside and looked at him with contempt. A CEO would not do his job and stayed at home picking hair on the floor. What a freak!