Angela's point of view
Seeing her like this, I felt complacent and smiled. She pouted as she looked at the man in front of her, who had a good shape and taste "Sir, I'm afraid your companion will cry. Do you want to stay with me in the hotel and console her for a while, or do you want to go back to your room and rest?"
The woman who had just entered the bathroom came back with a bottle of diluted hand sanitizer as soon as she finished speaking. She had already poured hand sanitizer on my face before anyone could respond.
"Your makeup is damaged, and you can't hide the creases on your face. It's time to make up."
I wasn't expecting her to be so daring. I couldn't stop giggling as I was about to lose my cool.
"Are you all right, boss?" Two bodyguards rushed up to me at the same time, one with a moist tissue and the other a dry tissue.
I took my time wiping my face with a moist tissue and then a dry tissue. "I'm perfectly fine. Please get out of here."
"……"
"My skin isn't as awful as you believe, Miss. My face does not wrinkle even after I remove my makeup."
I'm self-assured in my appearance. Even though I'm beyond thirty, I still keep my skin in good shape. It's a lot smoother than many twenty-year-old gals.
"You must pay the price for your disrespectful behavior. Do you have any idea how much money I spent on my hair? In truth, it isn't prohibitively pricey. Fifty thousand dollars. However, this gown $250, 000."
I said, looking at her scarlet face, "Now you must pay me $300, 000 in compensation. I'm free to let it go."
Donald's point of view
"Trista, do you need my help?" I inquired as soon as I noticed Trista was in an embarrassing predicament.
"As long as you admit that you care about and love me, and can't be without me..." "I will avenge for you," I said, looking at her face.
"Mr. Donald, if you accompany me back to the hotel right now, I'll be able to act as if nothing has occurred. What are your thoughts?"
I was still waiting for Trista's response, but my gaze was fixed on her.
"I will take you as acquiescence if you don't say anything?" That elderly lady tentatively took my hand in hers.
I grimaced in distaste, but I kept my rage in check when I noticed Trista's look. "Are you all right with it?"
"……"
"Trista, I'm holding your hand."
"……"
"Do you want me to go with her?" "Say, you know ."
"Whatever! You are free to go at any time."
This obstinate woman! I think I'm going to puke blood... What will you do if you claim to be concerned about my well-being?
I wasn't expecting her to not only decline my invitation to stay but also to turn around and go.
"It appears she doesn't want to pick you." The lady gripped my palm even tighter and murmured, "Let's get started. Tonight, I'll make you remember me."
"Fuck off!". Trista has already left. I don't want to continue acting. I couldn't stand it any longer if I didn't shake her hand and go after Trista!
Trista's point of view
"Give me a break!" I was embarrassed and irritated when Donald grabbed my hand. "You purposefully flirted with another woman. Are you content with seeing me in a state of embarrassment?"
I believed I was the happiest woman on the planet yesterday.
Why does he seem to have such a firm grip on my emotions? I can be pleased for a second and then be heartbroken for the next.
"You genuinely care about me." "Why don't you accept it?" Donald gently murmured as he drew me into his arms and laid his chin on my forehead.
"……"
"In my life, I just care about you."
My heart raced a little faster.
"You can use your identity to keep others from getting close to me if you don't want them to." He kissed my hand and asked, "Trista, do you love me? Do you want to make me your sole companion?"
He gazed into my eyes as if he wanted to know what I had to say.
Now I'm quite dissatisfied and heartbroken.
"If I ask you to accompany her, you will accompany her regardless of whether you are upset or not, right?" I glared angrily at him and replied, "I explained that I needed time to adjust to our new situation. Why didn't you just wait? Why did you irritate me?"
"I'd like to hear you tell it how it is." He let out a sigh.
" I'm furious!" "I detest it when people go close to you, when their fingers touch you, when there are traces of others on your body, I hate it when you don't resist..." I eventually muttered.
"I don't want to lose you! I can't live without you, Donald!" I yelled at him "Do you agree with what I've said? Are you content?"
Donald's point of view
Trista's every agonizing sentence reaffirms my own convictions.
She is genuinely concerned about me!
Finally, I heard what I had been expecting for a long time. I gave her a happy smile and took her into my arms. "I adore you, and I genuinely care about your well-being! I can't imagine my life without you!"
"……"
"It appears that you are still unwilling to let go of each other. It makes no difference. You are welcome to come to me at any moment if you have been fighting with each other for a long time and want to break up." "Mr. Donald, I'll wait for your call," the elderly woman said, scornfully.
She walked over and tried to kiss him on the lips while standing on tiptoe.
"Why don't you stop, Trista?" Trista is the focus of my attention.
"……"
"Just let it go?"
"……"
"Do you want the marks of other women on my face?"
Trista finally pushed Angela away by raising her head.
I enthusiastically held her even tighter. "That is exactly how it should be. You should let all women stay away from me!"
I couldn't be more overjoyed!
"I admire how concerned you are about me, Trista."
I snatched her hand in mine and kissed it. "Just keep an eye on me and don't give anyone a chance if you want me to love you forever."
She gave me a blank stare.
I took my phone from my pocket and handed it to her. "So, what exactly are you waiting for? Delete it."
Trista's point of view
I pressed a button on the screen to blacklist Angela, the woman's name. My heart was even heavier after that.
"What makes you think I should fall in love with you..." I was in a bit of discomfort.
I had only known him for a short time, yet I had developed a strong attachment to him. What do you think will happen in the future? What if anything bad occurs to me later on? I'm not sure how I'm going to handle it.
Angela's point of view
"Boss? Are you all right?"
Trista had just pushed me away, so I took a couple of steps back in a row. My back slammed into the wall, and the pain transformed my expression!
I was hoisted up by two bodyguards.
I'm still not convinced. I winked at the two bodyguards as I saw Donald leave with Trista in his arms.
Despite the fact that the two bodyguards were foreigners, they had been following me for a long time and had a good understanding of what I was saying. They rapidly walked forward at this point and were going to punch -
They had been blocked by one hand!
A young man had knocked them down in just a few moves!
I couldn't react quickly enough to the entire situation!
"Miss Angela," Step by step, he approached me, standing unmoving, his eyes as frigid as ice. "Please stay away from our master. Our hostess will not haggle with you tonight. It's your luck."
"Hostess?"
Was that lady Donald's... wife?
Is that even possible?
I'm in a foul mood just thinking about it!
"I'm curious as to which hand Miss Angela used to shove Miss Trista?" He pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into the wall with a warning, "my master said that for the sake of hostess, only have your one hand is enough."
"What did you say?" I couldn't believe my ears when I heard what I did. "Are you aware of who I am?"
"I only know who my master is."
"How dare you!" I wasn't expecting Donald's sidekick to have such a commanding presence. I realized I had upset the wrong person all of a sudden. "My father would not let you leave if you hurt me!"
He pulled out the dagger, his eyes as sharp as blades.
I screamed in terror at the two bodyguards on the ground "What are you waiting for, Tommy and David? Get to your feet!"
The two bodyguards curled up a couple of times before falling weightlessly to the ground.
"There are a lot of people in this place. If you don't want to lose face, Miss Angela, just go in." He shoved me into the toilet.