HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 188: Don't You Want A Drink?

Hearing this, Mr. Mysterious sighed and then gently pinched Yohan's face. “I will be good to your Mom forever.” “Dad, I trust you!” Yohan exclaimed, nodding in agreement. “But Dad, why did you bring up that question all of a sudden? Are you concerned that my biological father might try to take Mom away from you once he realizes his mistakes?” When Estelle heard this, she was surprised. It’s so unbelievable that a five-year-old child can think of this! “Ahem,” Estelle cleared her throat in embarrassment and interrupted their conversation. When Yohan turned his head and saw Estelle, he stood up at once and threw himself into her arms. “Mom, I miss you so much!” Estelle was very happy when hearing that. She had gotten used to hearing such words. And every time Yohan said that to her, she could feel his love for her. “I miss you too,” Estelle said with a smile and then put the plate on the table. “Come and have some fruits. Eating fruits is good for your health.” “Dad, Mom, you two eat first, please,” Yohan said. Mr. Mysterious was a little confused and asked, “Why don’t you eat it?” “Uncle Eric said that we should be respectful to our elders, and when there is food, we should let them eat first before we can eat,” Yohan said. “Yohan, you can do whatever you want at home. You can eat them first,” Mr. Mysterious said gently. Yohan's eyes brightened. “Really?” “Sure.” With a happy smile, Yohan walked to the table, stabbed a piece of apple with a fruit fork, and fed Estelle. “Mom, you eat first!” After Estelle ate it, he stabbed another piece with the fork and fed Mr. Mysterious. “Dad, this is for you!” When he saw Yvonne, he held her little hand and said gently, “Yvonne, Mrs. Moorsum said that you are too young to eat apples now. When you grow up, I will feed you!” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Then he delicately speared a piece of apple with his fork and savored it with great delight. “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious called Estelle and put Yvonne into the crib. “Come with me.” He then gently put his arm around her waist, took her back to the bedroom, and closed the door. Seeing him close the door, Estelle couldn’t help but feel nervous, and her body tightened. “Sir...” “Don’t be afraid. I’m not that horny,” Mr. Mysterious said as he held her hand and pulled her to sit on the bed. “You heard what I asked Yohan just now, right?” “Yes,” Estelle said and nodded. “Estelle, I also want to hear your answer to that question.” With a broad smile on her face, Estelle said, “Sir, since I’ve chosen you, I won’t get entangled with other men. The cooling-off period is about to end, and I’ll divorce Cristofer soon.” “Even if he has realized he was wrong and is willing to do his best to make up for the harm he has caused to you, you still won’t forgive him?” Mr. Mysterious asked with both panic and expectation on his face. **** In the dead of the night, after everyone had fallen asleep, Cristofer went out secretly to see Justin. “Don’t you want a drink?” Justin asked with a glass of vodka in his hand and looked at the glass of warm water in front of Cristofer. As he spoke, he gently shook the glass leisurely, which reflected the colorful and dazzling lights of the bar. “I have a weak stomach. Estelle will cook spicy food tomorrow. I’d better take care of my stomach today so that I won’t feel too uncomfortable after eating the spicy food,” Cristofer said with a helpless smile. Hearing this, Justin immediately understood what he meant. “You don’t want Estelle to know that you are Cristofer? What did she answer when you asked her if she could forgive you?” Without saying anything, Cristofer drank up warm water in the glass. “What was her answer?” Justin asked again. “You know the answer,” Cristofer said with a bitter smile.

Justin was a little stunned. After a short silence, he said, “In fact... I can understand Miss Hudson. Cristofer, I heard something about her from Rebecca. She did suffer too much before. If I were her...” “You wouldn’t forgive me?” Cristofer interjected, asking with a hint of uncertainty. “Yes.” “If I were her, I would make the same decision. Today, Estelle told me that she doesn’t hate Cristofer anymore. Nor does she care about him anymore,” Cristofer said with a depressed look. Justin patted him on the shoulder gently to comfort him and asked, “What will you do next? Are you really going to spend the rest of your life with her with your fake brother’s identity?” “That’s the only thing I can do. I can’t let her know that I’m Mr. Mysterious,” Cristofer said as the rims of his eyes turned red. “Once she knows the truth, she will definitely leave me. I can’t lose her again.” “Then how will you explain to Mr. Lopez about this? Don’t forget that he’s your benefactor and a substantial shareholder of Hans International Corporation. Without the initial capital that he provided, you couldn’t have set up Hans International Corporation. If you disobey him and make him unhappy, he may destroy the company.” “I haven’t thought about this,” Cristofer shook his head and said. “What’s more, what are you going to do with Gretchen and her baby?” Speaking of this, Justin frowned. “Cristofer, Rebecca heard from the doctor that Gretchen had abortions too many times and couldn’t have a child anymore. In this case, how could Gretchen get pregnant again?” “I... I don’t know,” Cristofer said, rubbing his temples wearily. “Justin, I really don’t know what she did to me that night.” “What kind of drug did she use? How did she get it?” “It’s not strange that she can get the drug. After all, she has an unscrupulous and scheming mother,” Cristofer sneered, and his face turned gloomy. Justin tutted and shook his head. “You are so unlucky to know such people like them. They are like disgusting parasites.” “I shouldn’t have believed them. I was too stupid before,” Cristofer said and sighed heavily.

“Cristofer, I often find myself wondering what would have unfolded for you and Estelle if Gretchen and her mother hadn’t orchestrated the car accident,” Justin abruptly inquired. Hearing this, Cristofer was stunned. Justin pressed on, “What if the car accident was the result of Estelle’s father driving under the influence? Would you be able to forgive her? If you choose to forgive her and stay by her side, you might experience guilt when considering your own parents. However, if you couldn’t bring yourself to forgive her, the pain of losing her would be unbearable. In such a scenario, what would you do?”