A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Laura was dumbfounded. She had never seen anybody offend her boss. She assumed he would lose his temper, but he continued eating at ease. After he finished eating, Tristan stood up to leave and asked Laura to clean up the table.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

When he got back to the bedroom, Kate had finished her shower and was in bed. It had only been ten minutes. He didn’t know how she could finish in such a short time.

After Tristan took a shower and came out of the bathroom, he saw Kate covered in a blanket up to her ears. She slept on her side and kept her back to him. She was lying there still as if she had fallen asleep.

Another important part of the cold war was not allowing Tristan to touch her. Of course, if he used force, she had to obey, but he didn’t want to. As a healthy adult, especially after being single for such a long time, it was natural for him to have a strong desire.

However, he knew he was losing control over Kate. It wasn’t a good sign for a person who required everything to be disciplined and has ordered.

Knowing she could not be asleep so soon, he took a book to the bed and turned to the page he left off from last time. He said, “Tomorrow evening, you will go with me to a dinner party.”

The person lying beside him made no response. He continued, “I know you can hear me, so that is it. Tomorrow afternoon I will have someone send a dress.”

Kate, though playing dumb, not workable, said in a muffled voice, “I am not going.”

“Reason?”

“Studying.”

Tristan sneered, “Only people without efficiency spend all the time studying or working.”

And then he turned solemn, “Since you are so busy, I will have to inform your school that compared to your duties as a student, you have more important things to do.”

He never believed a person could be without any desire. Some people looked so long for nothing. That was only because they were not enlightened.

For business, the need sometimes could be created. He felt her back stiffen and was satisfied with the effect of his words, “I will have a driver come to pick you up tomorrow evening.”

Kate didn’t protest. She acquiesced in the decision.

Tristan looked at the book in his hand, but none of the words went into his head.

His memory came alive to see the photos Sam showed him on his cell phone days ago. Between two bookshelves, bookshelves, Kate and the policeman looked at each other with feelings words could not speak out describe.

Tristan flew into a fury at the sight of the photo. Until now, his anger had not subsided much. His woman has another man in her heart. It was really unbearable.

To make things worse, they looked made for each other in the photo—similar ages, compatible personalities, and the same silliness exclusive to young people.

The way the policeman looked at Kate showed he definitely was in love with her in his heart. Tristan could see it at first sight. If he didn’t take cruel measures at the very beginning, it was hard to tell in whose bed she would lay now.

The next afternoon, an expensive dress was sent from a notable brand-name shop. Accompanied with the dress was a dresser. Tristan spent almost two hours on her face and hair, and Kate could hardly recognize the person in the mirror when he finished.

The dress was a red mini dress, with a small V cut in the front and a deep V cut in the back. It revealed her sculpted shoulders and the broad part of her fair back, outlining a curvy and sexy figure. The dress length was above her knees, highlighting the curves of her legs and the youth and loveliness of the wearer.

To match her dress, Tristan applied crimson color to her lips. Kate was not used to such rich makeup, but after a few seconds of evaluation in the mirror, she had to admit that this kind of makeup had its special style and favor.

Growing and transforming happened without one realizing it. And when she realized the change, Kate was surprised to see the simple girl who wore the white fur coat last winter had transformed into a mature lady with amazing glows.

There had been a qualitative leap in her.

One the way to the party, Kate was counting the changes she had experienced over the past few months. She felt panic at first, but she persuaded herself to accept them gradually. She planned to improve herself and make herself stronger. Perhaps these changes were simply part of the process.