A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Tristan had been too young, he felt frustrated upon failures and excited upon challenges, and had more ambition when he met with little success. Besides revenge, he wanted to fulfill his dreams as most young men did and longed to do something in his career, desired riches, and power.

He sighed, “Driven by more and more desires, I lost myself in the new roles I played. I lost balance in various options presented to me.”

“Does this sound boring to you?”

Kate was absorbed by his story, and she shook her head. Though she had never imagined something like this, she could understand. A man that was smart and aggressive would not be satisfied with an ordinary life without achievement.

However, she was more concerned about another problem, “Then, the remaining half of it, do you want to proceed?”

Tristan seemed to be surprised at her question, but he soon let it go. She was always like that. One might think she was stupid, but she had something she cared about. She followed her own track of thoughts, and she didn’t lose her mind in the complicated and chaotic situation.

He always appreciated her style of wisdom.

However, he hesitated for a while on this question. He replied, “Everything, once started, has to have its ending.”

Kate’s heart sank.

She realized that the expectation was in her heart without her knowing it. “If it has a cost…” She sounded him out.

“Everything has a cost.”

She didn’t give up, “If that would hurt others…”

“Who are the others you refer to?”

Kate looked down in the dark.

Tristan took her hand from her knee and held it, “I told you this is because of the mistakes I have made, as I have realized them now, I will not repeat them.

“I will assess and consider everything before I make a decision. You don’t have to worry about it.”

The temperature of his palm made Kate feel at ease. He was sincere and frank in his words. That made her moved, but she was still worried.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Tristan still could not let it go.

Personalities decided one’s fate. She thought of this saying.

The heavy conversation was interrupted by a grumble in his stomach.

“I will go prepare some food for you.”

He didn’t release her hand but held it tighter. She asked, “How long since you last ate anything?”

Tristan thought about it and said, “The last time I ate was two days ago.”

He let her hand go when hearing she sniffed.

Kate took out a piece of beef from the refrigerator and started to cut it, then chopped it into meat paste. After frying the meat paste with sauce and onions in a pan, she used sliced bacon to wrap the meat and lettuce and made some meat rolls. And then she put them over to roast.

While she was waiting for the meat rolls to be ready, she thought of the last time she cooked, when Tristan’s mother came here. And the time before last was a long time ago, probably more than one year ago.

She looked at her palms. She used to have calluses at the roots of her fingers, and now they were gone. Now her hands were soft and her fingers slender; the nails shiny and in perfect shape. She touched the tender skin on the back of her hands.

Her hands had become expensive.

What had become expensive were not just her hands.

She had got used to an expensive life, not worrying about quality food and daily necessities.

This was something she resisted, as she had resisted Tristan. However, it had penetrated into her life without her realizing it. Until sometime when she forgot her intention to resist and accepted it like the dry land accepts the rain.

The ding of the oven brought her thought back, and she got the plate out of the oven and put another plate of potato in.

Tristan had finished the shower and changed into clean clothes. He followed the smell into the kitchen.

She had finished cooking and was wiping the counter. She saw him and brought the two plates and followed him to the dining hall.

After he sat down, she got him a cup of water. “Not sure if you like them. Just get by with them. Tomorrow Laura will be back.”

Tristan didn’t say anything. The meat rolls were juicy and yummy. And he dipped the potato wedges in the remaining juice of the meat rolls. They all tasted wonderful to him. His stomach, which had been abused for the past few days, felt warm and satisfied.

“Do you want to turn on your cell phone? Ed and your secretary are all looking for you.”

He took his time enjoying the food and looked out the window. It was still dark outside, and the rain had turned to drizzle. It was warm, safe, and peaceful inside. This kind of occasion was luxurious to him.

He said, “I will call them in the morning.”