A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

This evening, as a representative of entrepreneurs of the star companies in LA, Tristan attended a meeting with the officers of the city government to entertain some visiting officers from Columbia.

He introduced some of their experiences in business development and operation. He came home much later than he usually did.

As he entered the house, it was quiet in the living room.

He went to the kitchen to get a drink. The light in the kitchen was on. Under the soft light, a familiar figure was busying themselves with something in front of the oven. “Kate…” he called gently.

“Hey, Tristan. You are back?” Daisy turned back and greeted him cheerfully.

“Where is your sister?”

“Went to sleep.” Daisy smiled, “As a pregnant woman, she needs to get more rest. What do you want? Water? I got an awesome herbal tea. Do you want to try it?” She picked a cup and poured some in a cup for him.

Tristan sat on the chair and sipped the tea. He was unable to identify the material used, but it was fragrant and smooth, just the appropriate temperature. “You made this?”

“Yes.” Daisy nodded and added jokingly, “Secret recipe from my great-great-grandma. I won’t tell you.”

“It tastes great.”

“Kate knows the recipe. Ask her to make it for you.”

Tristan rolled his eyes. Kate made that for him. That would be when the sun rises from the west.

It wasn’t autumn yet, but her face had started to freeze. If there was someone else present, she might manage to maintain a friendly disposition, but if they were left alone, she was as cold as a snowman.

Of course, he knew why she acted this way. The driver had reported where she went that day. The guy disturbed her heart when he was alive, and he was still haunting her after death.

Luckily Tristan had made the right move. Now he had one more chip in his hand. In the past half-year, he had gotten used to the incompatible paces of their lives, but they somehow maintained compatible interaction.

Now all actions were suspended, and he felt lost.

Thinking of this, a feeling mixed with frustration and tiredness overwhelmed him. Tristan took up the cup and drank up the remaining tea in it, and put it in the sink. When he stood up, his foot tripped over the leg of the chair, and he staggered.

Daisy came to give him a hand. “Be careful.”

“Thanks.”

When she got close to him, a scent flew to him from her hair. It was the familiar scent he knew. And the wet hair fell on the back of his hand. Her palm was against his wrist and the heat transmitted to him, together with the trembling.

He frowned and heard Daisy say, “Kate…”

Tristan turned back and saw Kate stood by the door, with a snowy face.

He got rid of Daisy’s hand and walked to the door, and asked gently, “Why did you get up? Do you need water?”

Kate seemed to have just woken up. She walked past him without a word, straight to the water dispenser.

Daisy reacted now and moved the strap of her top up. She said to Kate, “Let me help you.”

“No, thanks,” Kate said coldly. She got the water from the dispenser herself.

Tristan stopped at the door for a few seconds and then walked out.

Daisy pushed her hair backward awkwardly and said, “I will go back to sleep.”

Kate was left alone in the kitchen now. The room seemed silent and empty. It had been too crowded just now.

She looked at the tilted chair and the kettle of herb tea. She suddenly felt there was a fire in her throat. She gulped a full cup of the water to extinguish the fire.

After lingering for a while in the kitchen, she went back to her room.

No one was on the bed. There was the sound of running water from the bathroom.

After some time, Tristan came out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist. He bent his head down and rubbed his hair with a towel. There was another explanation for this action-to remove the evidence immediately.

Under the light, his abdominal muscles were apparent and still shining with some water. In Kate’s eyes, they looked complacent, which was really hateful.

“Why not go to sleep?” Tristan asked upon seeing her standing there.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“What did you do in the kitchen just now?”

“Do you care?”

“Don’t touch my sister.”

He laughed and walked to her, put the towel around her neck and pulled her closer, and then reached his mouth to her. Kate frowned and said, “Don’t touch me.”

Tristan said half smilingly, “You keep refusing me. You are pushing me to other women.”

She went stiff.

He held her against him and said in her ear, “Don’t give your clothes, shampoo, lotion, and whatever to others. If I drank a little bit more, and the light was a little bit dimmer, another woman would have taken advantage of your man.”