A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate washed her face with cold water, but the swelling on her eyes was still obvious. When she dressed up and got downstairs, she happened to see Tristan walk out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee. He was still wearing his casual home clothes.

She was startled. She thought he had gone out early this morning.

“Going out?” He asked casually.

“Yes.” She replied vaguely. After she walked a few steps, she suddenly stopped and turned to him. Her voice turned husky, “Jimmy is dead.”

Tristan raised his eyes to look at her and waited.

Kate asked with difficulty, “Did you do it?”

He looked straight into her eyes and asked, “Why would I kill him?”

“Because he is investigating you.”

“Oh.” he replied slowly, “Are you reminding me that this is part of your contribution?”

Kate paused and regained the initiative, “You just need to say yes or no.”

Tristan looked down at his coffee and stirred it with a small spoon. He said in such a voice that she could not tell his mood, “I have taught you for so long to make yourself smarter so that you could turn against me whenever something comes up?”

He raised his eyes to see her again and smiled bitterly, “If you don’t believe me, why bother to ask me?”

Kate was holding her breath, preparing to get an answer that she could not accept. His words made her choke in her throat. She paused, gave up questioning, and turned to the door.

He asked behind her, “Where are you going?”

She didn’t reply. He replied to her, “Today, there will be a memorial service for that cop. Are you going to attend it?”

Kate asked, “How do you know there will be a memorial service today?”

“Everyone who reads the newspaper knows.”

Kate didn’t say anything and went straight to the shoe cabinet to change her shoes. Then she turned the doorknob but could not open it after she twisted it a few times. She turned back in puzzlement, “You locked the door?”

The door had a password, but she had never used it.

Tristan didn’t deny or admit it. Kate got angry, “What do you mean?”

Tristan put down his coffee and walked to her slowly. He lifted her chin with his fingers, “What do I mean, you think? My woman runs to another man’s memorial service and cries. I cannot let you lose my face like that.”

“I won’t cry,” Kate explained.

“Can you believe that yourself?” His eyes fell on her swollen eyelids, and he said lightly, “I cannot believe it.”

Seeing her silence and the bitterness in her eyes, something shining in her eyes, his voice turned cold, “You are in love with him?”

Kate didn’t make a sound.

His eyes turned hazy. “In this case, I could never let you go.”

Kate cleared her throat and said, “I won’t cry. I promise you I won’t cry. Please let me go, please. I have to see him for the last time.”

Things got worse when she said please. He changed his face, and his fingers on her chin pressed harder as if going to break her bone, “You pleaded me?”

Tristan sneered, “It is the first time you pleaded with me since I knew you for so long. Did you plead me for another man, to see him for the last time? Kate, is it because I am too kind to you that you think I have no temper? Or you are spoiled by me, and you think I would listen to you on everything?”

Kate was speechless at his questioning.

He put his hand down and scrutinized her. Her face was thin, cheeks were pale, and eyes were swollen, totally different from the delighted person bouncing in front of the waterfalls days ago. He was shocked in his heart, but he didn’t show it. His voice was freezing, “You stay home for a few days. You are not allowed to go anywhere.”

And he turned and left.

“You cannot do that!” Kate shouted behind him.

He turned back and said coldly, “The term of three years is not over yet. You are mine. I can do whatever I want.”

Looking at his straight back, picking up the steps upstairs, and disappearing to the room, sorrow surged up to her heart, accompanied by rage and disappointment in herself. She turned to the door and pounded on it. The door was still, and the thuds seemed to be mocking her feebleness.

She punched less than a dozen times before collapsing on the floor. She sat there blankly and then cried silently.

It was summer, but she felt the coldness of autumn or winter.

Tristan got the call from Laura while he was in a meeting. Laura said worriedly that Kate still would not eat and what should be done. He said in an undisturbed tone to let her go hungry.

After he hung up the phone, he sighed in his heart. He felt his staff was looking at him secretly. He looked at him coldly, and that guy sat straight and looked away. He ordered the interrupted meeting to go on.

After getting back to his office, Tristan threw the file to the desk and sank into the couch. Kate was determined. She went on a hunger strike but also quit her studying, completely abandoning herself.

Tristan finished the job that needed urgent attendance and went home early. When he got upstairs, he saw Laura’s apprehensive face. The fat cat was squatting outside the door spiritless.

The door was closed. He got the key from Laura’s hand and opened it. The room was dark. He switched the light and saw Kate lying on the bed with wrinkled pajamas, staring at the ceiling blankly.

She had been on hunger strike for three days, and her cheeks were hollow and lips dried.

Tristan stood by the bed and looked at her for a few minutes, and then said, “A person can only survive for four days without food or water. Should I call your brother to come to prepare for your funeral?”

Kate moved her eyeballs a little and showed no reaction.

Tristan took a deep breath and picked her up. He was shocked by her weight. She was not heavy before and now was shockingly light.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

He carried Kate to the dining hall and put her on the chair. Laura had brought food that was kept warm.

Tristan pushed the soup bowl to her, but she made no reaction.

He took it up, touched the bowl to estimate the temperature, and then got a spoonful and sent it to her mouth. She jerked her face away.

He put down the bowl, pinched her cheeks and made her open her mouth, feeding the soup to her mouth. After a few spoonfuls, he simply took up the bowl and fed her. Kate was forced to swallow a big mouthful, and then she coughed, and some soup flew out.

Tristan ignored it and continued to feed her with the bowl.