My Billionaire Husband

Laura was dumbfounded. She had never seen anybody offend her boss. She assumed he would lose his temper, but he continued eating at ease. After he finished eating, Tristan stood up to leave and asked Laura to clean up the table.

When he got back to the bedroom, Kate had finished her shower and was in bed. It had only been ten minutes. He didn't know how she could finish in such a short time.

After Tristan took a shower and came out of the bathroom, he saw Kate covered in a blanket up to her ears. She slept on her side and kept her back to him. She was lying there still as if she had fallen asleep.

Another important part of the cold war was not allowing Tristan to touch her. Of course, if he used force, she had to obey, but he didn't want to. As a healthy a.d.u.l.t, especially after being single for such a long time, it was natural for him to have a strong d.e.s.i.r.e.

However, he knew he was losing control over Kate. It wasn't a good sign for a person who required everything to be disciplined and has ordered.

Knowing she could not be asleep so soon, he took a book to the bed and turned to the page he left off from last time. He said, "Tomorrow evening, you will go with me to a dinner party."

The person lying beside him made no response. He continued, "I know you can hear me, so that is it. Tomorrow afternoon I will have someone send a dress."

Kate, though playing dumb, not workable, said in a muffled voice, "I am not going."

"Reason?"

"Studying."

Tristan sneered, "Only people without efficiency spend all the time studying or working."

And then he turned solemn, "Since you are so busy, I will have to inform your school that compared to your duties as a student, you have more important things to do."

He never believed a person could be without any d.e.s.i.r.e. Some people looked so long for nothing. That was only because they were not enlightened.

For business, the need sometimes could be created. He felt her back stiffen and was satisfied with the effect of his words, "I will have a driver come to pick you up tomorrow evening."

Kate didn't protest. She acquiesced in the decision.

Tristan looked at the book in his hand, but none of the words went into his head.

His memory came alive to see the photos Sam showed him on his cell phone days ago. Between two bookshelves, bookshelves, Kate and the policeman looked at each other with feelings words could not speak out describe.

Tristan flew into a fury at the sight of the photo. Until now, his anger had not subsided much. His woman has another man in her heart. It was really unbearable.

To make things worse, they looked made for each other in the photo—similar ages, compatible personalities, and the same silliness exclusive to young people.

The way the policeman looked at Kate showed he definitely was in love with her in his heart. Tristan could see it at first sight. If he didn't take cruel measures at the very beginning, it was hard to tell in whose bed she would lay now.

The next afternoon, an expensive dress was sent from a notable brand-name shop. Accompanied with the dress was a dresser. Tristan spent almost two hours on her face and hair, and Kate could hardly recognize the person in the mirror when he finished.

The dress was a red mini dress, with a small V cut in the front and a deep V cut in the back. It revealed her sculpted shoulders and the broad part of her fair back, outlining a curvy and s.e.xy figure. The dress length was above her knees, highlighting the curves of her legs and the youth and loveliness of the wearer.

To match her dress, Tristan applied crimson color to her lips. Kate was not used to such rich makeup, but after a few seconds of evaluation in the mirror, she had to admit that this kind of makeup had its special style and favor.

Growing and transforming happened without one realizing it. And when she realized the change, Kate was surprised to see the simple girl who wore the white fur coat last winter had transformed into a mature lady with amazing glows.

There had been a qualitative leap in her.

One the way to the party, Kate was counting the changes she had experienced over the past few months. She felt panic at first, but she persuaded herself to accept them gradually. She planned to improve herself and make herself stronger. Perhaps these changes were simply part of the process. 

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Kate arrived at Tristan's office. She had heard about the magnificence of Chasin headquarters, but when she saw it personally, she was still shocked.

When she got there, her driver called Tristan. Tristan wanted to speak to her. Kate put the phone to her ear and heard him ask, "Do you want to come up to see where I work?"

Kate paused a little and said OK.

A few minutes later, Tristan's secretary led her to the building. Not to mention the majesty and modern style of the lobby, even the guards were all tall, handsome, and imposing.

Taking the VIP elevator to the top floor, the secretary opened the office door for her and then left. Kate walked in and saw Tristan sitting at his executive desk, with a phone in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He wore only a black shirt, without a tie, with his sleeves rolled up, showing off his firm arms.

That was what he looked like at work, Kate thought.

Then she started to regret coming up here. She had been trying to avoid him, so why had she come up here to have more contact with him?

Tristan saw her and nodded, pointing around the room, and went on with his call.

She knew he meant to ask her to look around as she liked.

Kate had no idea what an office should look like for a person on his level. She felt the room was huge but seemed to lack decoration. There was a shelf on one side of the wall that displayed all kinds of trophies.

Kate curved her lips. She walked over to see each of them. She turned back to look at Tristan, Outstanding Young People of the year. She shook her head. If there was a selection of morbid people of the year, he deserved to win the first prize.

She went close to the French windows and looked out. The view was broad and magnificent. She tried to identify the landmark buildings of the city. Looking down, the streets were like small ribbons, and the cars and people were like ants. She felt excited at the view.

She heard Tristan talking about something she didn't understand at all, and she caught a glimpse of him rubbing his temple. Looking down to the street again, she suddenly felt cold for him at this high altitude.

She turned to her side and found there was another door. She pushed it open gently and found it was a lounge—a bed with snow-white sheets. Driven by an unknown force, she walked in and scanned the room with her sharp eyes.

"What are you looking for?" Tristan's voice from behind made her taken aback. She was embarrassed, like a thief being caught picking a pocket.

Tristan looked at his watch. "We should go now." He walked to the wardrobe and pulled open the door, "Come here, pick a tie for me."

Kate walked over stiffly. The contents of the wardrobe were close to what was in the villa cloakroom. As Tristan was waiting, she pointed to one randomly. And he asked, "Any other ones?"

So she pointed to half a dozen more. Tristan selected one from her choices and commented, "Good choice."

She felt awkward as well as amused. What did he mean by good choice?

They descended down on the panoramic lift for the visitors. Kate closed her eyes and felt the speed of their descent. He asked, "Have fun?"

She shook her head without thinking.

He laughed lightly. She added, "It is not a place to have fun."

Tristan smiled, "It is my playground."

Kate opened her eyes and gave him a glance with the corners of her eyes. She felt sorry for this man. As she was thinking, the lift had arrived on the first floor. When she walked out of the lift, she waved her hand in front of her face to flick away the bizarre ideas.

Tristan's car drove slowly into a gate of a big luxurious house huddled between the city's mountains and beach. The dinner party was held here.

An SUV was driving on the other side of the city, heading downtown. Jimmy was reflecting on the scenes that had happened just now.

He went to a remote seaside village earlier today. He found the address that he took great effort to get. It was a fisherman's house. A man in his forties was sorting out his fishing net and the gears to be used on his boat.

He heard the sound of the car and saw Jimmy walking down. His eyes showed some alertness, and he asked in an unfriendly tone whom Jimmy was looking for.

Jimmy noticed he had only two fingers on his left hand. He spoke as politely as he could, "I am from the city criminal police. I wanted to learn some information from you."

"I heard you were working in LA Customs as a porter. Why did you quit?"

The man waved his crippled left hand, meaning he could not do it anymore.

Jimmy showed surprise intentionally and asked, "Could you tell me how that happened?"

The man continued his job without lifting his head, "Crashed by cargo."

Jimmy paused a little and then asked suddenly, "Do you know Jack Pardey?" He saw the man's hand jerk a little. Jimmy added, "He was my coach, my teacher."