A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

It was a birthday party that Tristan took Kate to. The birthday person host was a 70-year-old man who helped Tristan when he first started out in business. He was an out-going and jovial man who had friends of various social statuses.

The party was lively, boisterous, and merry.

When Tristan and Kate greeted him, his bright and piercing eyes scanned Kate and nodded in approval, “What a pretty girl! Tristan, I see why you turned up your nose at my daughter.”

Tristan laughed, “Your daughter rejected me.”

The old man laughed and shook his head, “Don’t you fool me. I will not force you.”

The dining hall was as huge as a restaurant with ultra-luxurious decoration. Over two dozen tables were placed there, and Kate sat with the female guests at one table.

Tristan was at the table with the host and was drinking. Surprisingly one of the female guests was someone she knew, the foe who had almost thrown her into the sea. Apparently, she was an expert in socializing. She was engaging in conversations with many people and entertaining them with her witty remarks and charming smiles.

One or two people tried to talk to Kate, but only with flattering or prying intentions. Kate didn’t like them. She didn’t think she needed to make friends with these people. So she walked around the house.

Mr. Hitchcock was an interesting person. He had a mini aquarium in his house. Kate stood in front of a row of very large fish tanks, observing the rare and strange-looking fish. She put her fingers on the glass, and a few small redfish swam over in curiosity.

A voice from behind her sounded, “This fish has an average life of seventy years. Some even live up to two hundred years…”

Kate turned back and saw a strange young man, speaking in a polite and friendly manner.

The man continued, “It is always kept as a pet because of the auspicious sign. Somebody called it a fortune fish or a wish fish.”

Kate startled, “Wish?”

“Yes. People make wishes to it.”

“Does it work?”

The man chuckled, “You can try it yourself.”

Of course, it is a superstition, but why not try it, in case it might work?

So after the man walked away to see the other collections of Mr. Hitchcock, Kate crossed her fingers and faced the fish tank, prayed, “Dear fish god, please help me get rid of…”

“What are you doing here?” A voice sounded from behind her.

Kate frowned and added the words “Tristan” hurriedly.

Tristan left the table to answer a call earlier. He went to the hallway, and after he listened for a few seconds, he scowled, “Searching in that place? What a stubborn guy.”

The caller asked him what to do next, and he asked him instead, “What do you think?”

After he finished the call, Tristan was in no mood to get back to the conversation with the guests in the dining hall, so he walked out to the yard.

The spring evening was cool, and there was a soft and pleasant breeze. The vast yard had a lawn surrounded by trees. There were some shadows moving to and fro. Everything looked surreal.

The air in this suburban area was fresh. Looking up at the sky, many stars were visible, like gems in dark velvet. It was beautiful, but Tristan felt the dome was like a big dark mouth that might swallow him and his world up.

Tristan drew back his attention and thought of Kate. He turned to find her. He walked around the house but could not find her.

On the contrary, he met Jessie’s sorrowful and resentful eyes. She wore a black dress and looked pale and gaunt. He nodded to her slightly and walked to the stairway.

As soon as Tristan got to the second floor, he saw the person he was looking for. Kate’s red dress was outstanding, and he saw a man in the same room too.

This familiar scene made Tristan displeased.

That man happened to turn to Kate, and Kate turned back at his call. They looked at each other, and her big eyes blinked as her eyelashes trembled.

Tristan said, “Hi, Owen. Long time no see.”

Tristan thought himself an open-minded person, but today he felt a little regret for bringing Kate here.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

He held Kate’s hand and left. Kate turned back to the fish tank, winked at the fish, and said in his heart, “Look clear. I mean this man.”

One or two people passed by the corridor occasionally. Kate was dragged by Tristan and staggered along. They went to a door, he opened it, pulled her in, and closed the door behind them.

Kate was about to speak; he pushed her to the door and bent down to kiss her.

In the darkness, he savaged her lips and tongue for a while, and then he let her go. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and snapped, “Are you crazy?”

Tristan fumbled and reached the switch of the light. He switched it on, and the room was lit. He looked around. It was a small room with only a piano inside. It was the one that Mr. Hitchcock’s grandson was learning piano with.

His attention went back to Kate’s blushing face. He touched her lips with messed lipsticks and smiled, “Crazy? You are ignorant.”

After that, Tristan switched off the light again, and they returned to the darkness.