A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

The next day was a cleaning day at the villa.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The villa wasn’t extremely big; about ten rooms were spread over the two floors. Kate saw Laura working so hard alone, so she started to help her voluntarily. Laura didn’t refuse this help.

“The janitor had an emergency at home and couldn’t make it today. Mr. Fox doesn’t like to see strangers in his house.”

“Mr. Fox is critical about cleanliness and tidiness. If a new worker does not work to his standards, Mr. Fox will not say anything and still pay them as agreed upon, but he will do it personally. This is worse than a slap in your face.”

“This house is very important to him. You are the only one who has moved in beside Mr. Fox.”

As Kate spent more time with Laura, Laura filled her in with any information she knew, but the subject was always about her boss and his weird habits.

The phone rang, and Laura went downstairs to answer it.

Kate finished the task at hand and saw there was one more room at the end of the corridor. It should also need to be cleaned. She usually didn’t explore other people’s spaces, but today she didn’t give it much thought.

Kate pushed the door open and walked inside. It was dark as she walked to the window to pull the curtains open. The light shone through and revealed the room’s contents. It was almost empty, except for two cabinets, a recliner, and a coffee table.

There was an ashtray on the coffee table full of cigarette butts.

Kate walked across the room, but a framed photo beside the coffee table caught her attention. She bent down to pick it up. It was a photo of two people.

One, a man, appeared both familiar and strange. He was familiar because she had seen him every day, but he was also strange because she had never seen that kind of look on his face. Besides, the age difference was considerable. This must have been years ago.

In the photo, Tristan looked a little over twenty, with a rounder face and clearer eyes.

He had been like this before.

The girl in his arms had refined features, bright and smart eyes, with an innocent smile and a dimple on each corner of her mouth. They both wore white shirts that looked like school uniforms or a couple of outfits. They looked so harmonious and were surely a golden couple.

Kate’s eyes fell on her little dimples. She suddenly understood something.

Looking at the ashtray, Kate wondered why Laura didn’t clean this room every day unless she didn’t have time to.

She thought Tristan had not come back last night. The fact was he came back and stayed here, judging from the number of cigarette butts, all night.

“What are you doing here?” A cold voice interrogated her suddenly.

Kate was taken aback. Her hand trembled, and the picture frame dropped with a clash on the floor.

She turned back and saw Tristan, who was not supposed to be here at this hour. He was staring at the floor gloomily. Her first reaction was to pick up the broken glass, but she heard him say, “Get out.”

She lowered her head and saw another photo behind that one, exposed because of the broken frame. There were many people in the photo, all in army uniforms…But she didn’t have time to see clearly because Tristan had come closer. His voice was like the winter wind. “Get out.”

She stood up and said, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“I asked you to get out. Did you hear that?” He gave her a push impatiently. Kate staggered, and her leg bumped into the coffee table.

She had never seen him in such a rage, and she was at a loss. She threw down the broken glass in her hand and ran out of the room.

Her leg hurt, and she thought it could be bruised. Then she felt pain in her palm too. Looking down, it was bleeding, and the blood almost dropped onto the floor. She put pressure on her palm and went to the bathroom.

After washing away the blood and making sure there wasn’t broken glass in the wound, Kate grabbed a piece of tissue paper to press against her palm.