A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Now Kate felt there was a little disturbance, but her meditation was immediately interrupted, and she gave out a cry, accompanied by a shiver.

Tristan raised his head and asked, “What is it?”

She didn’t speak. He just touched her knees.

He guessed it and said, “Itchy?” and asked again, “Why didn’t you show me?”

Kate looked uneasy. How could she know?

Tristan’s hand reached that part again. This time he did it on purpose, and it had an obvious effect. She giggled and kicked randomly, “Please, don’t…”

He looked at her eyes. Besides feeling funny, there was something in his eyes sparkling, and the palm that stayed in her knees grew hotter.

Kate knew what it meant, and she stopped moving immediately.

Tristan probably realized her physical condition, so he pulled down her pants and said, “Get to bed now. Don’t get a fever again.”

Kate seemed to understand this special amnesty and ran away.

However, seemingly cursed, her temperature came up again in the middle of the night, and it was even more severe than before. Tristan got a doctor to check on her and give her a prescription. A nurse came to give her an injection.

The doctor was an old friend of Tristan’s. He checked and said Kate was still weak. This kind of physical condition, the doctor added, could make it difficult to become pregnant. Tristan asked if anything could be done to help?

“I will give her instructions after she recovers.”

Kate rarely got sick, but this time it took several days to recover.

Laura came over to cook for Kate and kept her company. She moved quite a lot of things and made the cold and hard apartment feel a more feminine air and made it strange at the same time.

Kate only did two things these days, ate and slept. And time turned upside down.

When she woke up, she saw the room was only lit by one wall light.

Tristan was sitting beside her in the bed and reading a file. She saw his profile from that angle. He had a straight nose, a pursed mouth, and was looking attentive. He flipped the pages with no noise. This image felt surreal to her.

Heard her ragged breathing, Tristan turned to her and touched her forehead, asking, “Want water?”

Kate found her throat burning and nodded.

Tristan put down the file in his hand and helped her sit up. Then he brought her a cup from the nightstand. It was shaped like a bear. Tristan took off the lid, which was the head of the bear, and there was a straw inside.

After Kate drank the water, he put the cup back. Seeing her still staring at the cup, he explained, “I bought it from the supermarket downstairs.”

Kate made a weird expression and said dully, “This is for a child.”

“Really? Then I must have bought the right one.”

The water she drank seemed to seep from her throat to her eyes. She felt her heart ache as tears flowed out.

Tristan asked in surprise, “What happened?”

Kate shook her head, but tears flew out across her burning cheeks. Soon they were wiped away by his warm, dry fingers.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again.

She had siblings in her family. They were close in age and always fussed about and fought each other when they were young. Their parents didn’t have much time or energy to take care of them.

Even when they got sick, they only gave them medicine and a glass of herb tea. After Kate left home, she had to rely on herself, and she experienced quite a lot in the years out in the city.

She seldom felt other’s care either from her family or from others. She never dreamed of people taking care of her when she was sick.

It was probably because she was sick and became sentimental at the moment. The tears she shed were more than the water she took.

Tristan seemed to understand her feelings and put his palm on her cheek and stroked it, “Little crier.”

The little crier was filled with tears in her eyes and lashes. Her nose was red, and her lips became fuller and scarlet because of the heat. She was appealing and tempting.

The air in the room changed.

Tristan felt his belly tighten, and his voice became husky. He said in a low voice, “You seduced me.” And his hand was even faster than his brain, reaching under her clothes.

“I am sick.” Realizing his attempt, the little person said in a nasal voice.

“I don’t care,” Tristan said arbitrarily. He bent down to touch her mouth, and his tongue slipped between her lips without hesitation.

His palm was soft and gentle, like touching a gem.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.