Chapter 303 Chapter 303: I’m Canceling The Engagement
The store assistant was equally impressed by Estelle.
“Other customers had tried on this wedding dress before, but none looked as breathtaking as this lady when she wore it. The floral patterns complement her flawlessly!”
Estelle then turned around, allowing Mila to appreciate the intricate details of the wedding dress.
“Well, I’ve tried it on, and you’ve seen it. I must leave now,” she said and returned to the fitting room.
After changing back into her own clothes, she grabbed her handbag and swiftly left the wedding dress store without any hesitation.
The rain was pouring heavily, and the sky was cloudy. Before long, she disappeared from view, but Cristofer continued to gaze outside.
“Cristofer. Cristofer?” Mila called his name.
Cristofer looked back at her and asked, “What’s up?”
“What did you two talk about just now?” Mila asked, looking directly into his eyes.
“Nothing,” Cristofer said with a blank expression. “My assistant should have informed you that I won’t meddle in your matters as long as you stay within acceptable boundaries. Once we’re married, I’ll provide you with one hundred thousand dollars monthly. Similarly, you’re expected not to interfere with my business.”
His words left Mila feeling silenced, unhappy and disheartened.
Indeed, Cristofer's assistant had conveyed this condition to her earlier. Back then, she had assumed that Cristofer wanted to shield her from potential exploitation and unnecessary complications by keeping her in the dark about his affairs.
But now, she found it was not the case.
Gazing up at the much taller Cristofer, she suddenly sensed a significant distance between them, a substantial gap that had emerged.
Suddenly, thunder growled menacingly, and she saw Cristofer's face full of worry, anger, and sadness.
“Mr. Hans, what do you think of this wedding dress? If you want it, I’ll ask the dressmaker to alter this one as soon as possible,” the shop assistant walked over and asked.
Cristofer turned to ask Mila, “Do you like this wedding dress?”
“Yes, it’s stunning.”
“Forget it. You’d better choose another one. There are many other wedding dresses in your size here. You can choose whichever you like. Take your time.”
Upon hearing this, a tinge of anger surfaced in Mila’s voice as she retorted, “So, since she tried on this wedding dress just now, you don’t want me to wear it, is that it?”
Cristofer furrowed his brows and replied, “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then I’ve decided, I’ll choose this one! None of the other wedding dresses here appeal to me,” Mila declared firmly.
Cristofer looked at her in astonishment, caught off guard by her response. However, this surprise on his face swiftly transformed into displeasure.
“Miss Wilson, you weren’t like this when we met before,” he said in a deep voice.
Every girl would try to present a kind and gentle image when they were on a blind date, let alone a blind date with an excellent man like Cristofer.
Mila had only met Cristofer three times before, two of which her mother accompanied her. When they met the third time, she had thought she would have a chance to stay with Cristofer alone. To her surprise, his assistant was also around.
Hearing Cristofer's words, Mila, who was somewhat childish and immature, quickly explained, “Everyone has many sides. I’m indeed very gentle, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have a temper.”
“Alright.”
“Cristofer, you must clarify your connection with Miss Hudson before I consider marrying you!” Mila insisted.
Simultaneously, she removed the lengthy veil from her head and cast it onto the floor in frustration. With her emotions clearly visible, she stormed over to a nearby sofa and seated herself indignantly, averting her gaze from him.
Seeing her attitude, Cristofer's displeasure deepened. Ultimately, his tolerance waned, and he remarked with a mocking tone, “Very well. If that’s the case, let’s end our relationship.”
“What are you saying?” Mila lifted her head, regarding him in sheer disbelief.
“I’m canceling the engagement,” Cristofer affirmed.
“You... dump me for that woman?” Mila inquired incredulously.
Wearing a cold expression, Cristofer responded, “It has nothing to do with her. Miss Wilson, from our initial encounter, I explicitly stated my requirement for a gentle and uncomplicated wife, someone who won’t meddle in my affairs. I thought you were a good choice, but I have misjudged you.”
Upon hearing this, Mila’s emotions swayed between anxiety and anger. She promptly rose from her seat and retorted, “A gentle and simple wife? No, what you’re looking for isn’t a wife but a submissive puppet!”
“You could interpret it that way. I need an identity as a married man, but I’m not interested in investing excessive time and effort in relationships. Our marriage is essentially an arrangement, mutually beneficial. I will give you a rich life and let you move in high-society circles while you just need to not interfere with my affairs. It’s a fair deal, isn’t it?”
“You think our marriage is a deal?”
With an air of detachment, Cristofer remarked, “If one can’t marry their beloved one, then it makes no difference whoever they marry. Miss Wilson, do you love me?”
“I...”
“We’ve only met three times and spent less than an hour together in total. Miss Wilson, you only agreed to marry me because of my power, status, and wealth, which satisfy your vanity, didn’t you? If I had nothing, would you still want to marry me?”
Mila was speechless.
Cristofer quickly added, “I have just one simple requirement for you, but you can’t meet it. So, I think there’s no point in us getting married. Let’s break up. My assistant will come and drive you home later. Eva, let’s go.”
Eva immediately limped to follow him, saying, “Okay, Mr. Hans. I’ll drive!”
They walked out of the wedding dress store and then stopped. It was raining heavily.
Gazing down at Eva’s swollen ankle, Cristofer inquired with a furrowed brow, “How did you get hurt?”
“I ran in high heels and sprained my ankle accidentally,” Eva answered in embarrassment.
“Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Without answering his question, Eva quickly asked, “Mr. Hans, will I be fired?”
Cristofer sneered and said coolly, “For those on probation, we usually encourage them to resign if they aren’t suitable for the job.”
“Will I be persuaded to resign then?” Eva asked.
“What do you think?”
“I think I will,” Eva said, feeling depressed.
“Well, you possess a sense of self-awareness,” Cristofer remarked.
“In that case, Mr. Hans... Would today qualify as one of my workdays?” Eva inquired.
“Absolutely. You will receive a day’s wage,” he confirmed.
However, Eva’s voice lowered as she persisted, “My intention wasn’t that, though. I meant to inquire whether my injury, sustained during work hours, could be considered an occupational injury.”
A chuckle escaped Cristofer as he retorted, “Are you attempting to extract money from me?”