Chapter 165 Chapter 165: Cristofer's Tie
Since Mr. Mysterious and she always met in darkness, she never knew what color Mr. Mysterious’ clothes were.
Estelle felt happy she could know more about him and carefully folded the tie.
When she was about to put it into her wallet, she found there was another tie in it.
It was Cristofer's tie.
On the crazy night one year ago, Cristofer left his tie in their villa after rudely having sex with her.
At that time, she treasured the tie very much and put it in her wallet, thinking she would return it to Cristofer the next time they met.
However, Cristofer went to travel with Gretchen not long after that night.
Estelle took out Cristofer's neatly folded tie, threw it into the trash can, and put Mr. Mysterious’ tie into her wallet.
Then she lay on the bed again. Soon, she fell asleep with her wallet in her hand.
When Mr. Mysterious’ kiss woke her up, it was already dark, and the curtain in the room was drawn.
Estelle couldn’t see anything and only felt his hot breath on her.
“Estelle, have you seen my tie?” He asked.
“Yes, I put it in my wallet.”
“Could you give it back to me?”
“Okay,” Estelle said, reaching out and groping for her wallet in the darkness. Then she gently removed the silver-gray tie from the wallet and put it into Mr. Mysterious’ hand.
Holding the tie, Mr. Mysterious breathed a sigh of relief as if he had regained a treasure that he had lost. “Fortunately, I didn’t lose it.”
“Sir, is this tie very important to you?”
“Yes, it’s very important.”
“Did someone important to you give it to you?”
“Yes.”
“Is it... a woman?”
“Yes.”
Estelle fell into silence and bit her lower lip. After a long time, she said, “I see.”
Mr. Mysterious then chuckled and said, “What are you thinking about? It was my mother who gave it to me.”
“Your mother?”
“Yes.” Mr. Mysterious said. “She has passed away, so I don’t want to lose anything she gave to me.”
Estelle nodded. When she thought about how to comfort Mr. Mysterious, he kissed her again.
His kiss was gentle and affectionate, gradually keeping Estelle’s mind at peace.
“Sir, I can always feel secure when I’m with you. Although I can’t see your face and I don’t even know who you are, I am not afraid of anything as long as you are by my side,” Estelle paused and added, “I don’t even fear death.”
“Estelle, don’t say such words,” Mr. Mysterious said. “You will live long, and we will live a happy life.”
“Sir, you said before you are dealing with something. Is it going well?” Estelle asked.
“No, not very well,” Mr. Mysterious said with a sigh.
“Is it so difficult that even a powerful and capable man like you can’t make it?”
Hearing this, Mr. Mysterious smiled bitterly and said, “My power and ability are nothing compared to fate. Estelle, fate always plays tricks on me. Sometimes it makes me at a loss, and sometimes it makes me in a dilemma. But fortunately, you are with me. And I feel the same way as you do. As long as you are by my side, I will be brave and will never feel lonely.”
“Sir, I’m a little sad today.”
“I know.”
“For the sake that I’m so sad, could you answer me a question?”
“Is it about my identity?”
“Not exactly. I just want to know...” Estelle paused, took a deep breath, and plucked up the courage. “When we first met at the Grand Hotel of Hadale City, you told me that you had a beloved woman who’s been married. And you said I looked like her, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is that woman me?”
Mr. Mysterious, who was kissing her neck gently, suddenly froze when hearing this.
“Estelle.”
“Yes?”
“Let’s make an exchange, shall we?”
“What?”
“I’ll answer you one question, and you will answer me one question too, okay?” Mr. Mysterious said.
Estelle nodded, “Okay.”
“Yes, the woman I referred to is you,” Mr. Mysterious answered her question.
“...”
“You are the only one I love. When we first met, I was afraid you would be scared if I confessed my love for you directly, so I made up a story.”
Hearing this, Estelle was not surprised at all because she had guessed that before.
Then she nodded and said, “Okay. Now it’s your turn to ask a question. What do you want to know?”
“My question is very simple. Do you love me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“I see.” Mr. Mysterious nodded.
“That’s it?” Estelle asked.
“Yes. And I’m happy to hear such an answer. I don’t know whether you still want to be with me when you know my identity. But it’s enough for me that you love me now.”
Putting her arms around his neck, Estelle said earnestly, “Sir, I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Sir, no matter who you are, I will love you forever.”
Before Estelle could finish her words, Mr. Mysterious kissed her passionately.
After a while, he chuckled, feeling happy from the bottom of his heart.
“Estelle, I feel that I’m the luckiest man in the world,” he said.
Tonight, Mr. Mysterious was extremely passionate, but when he kissed Estelle, he was even gentler than before.
Estelle was immersed in his gentleness, and she felt she was a precious and fragile handcraft that he was very protective of and treasured.
Then she remembered that the last time she felt cherished like this was six years ago. At that time, the car accident hadn’t happened. And she was studying abroad while Cristofer had taken over the Hans Group and was busy every day.
Back then, Cristofer was gentle to her. And every day, he would count down to the day when she reached twenty.
Cristofer often said to her, “Estelle, on your twentieth birthday, I will take you to court in the early morning to register our marriage.”
Every time Estelle heard this, she would laugh at him and say that he was so childish and was like a girl who wanted to rush into getting married.
Once when she had dinner with the Hans family, she bantered with Cristofer about this.
“I just want to marry Estelle as soon as possible. Is there anything wrong?” Cristofer said and looked at her with a doting smile.
As soon as he finished his words, his mother grinned from ear to ear. She kept putting food into Estelle’s plate and said, “Estelle, grow up quickly. Cristofer can’t wait to marry you.”
Even Cristofer's father, who had always been serious, couldn’t help smiling when he heard Cristofer's words.