Chapter 284 Chapter 284: I’m Disappointed In You
Immediately after that, Estelle sensed the coldness of the ground and the tickling sensation that the grass brought her back to the present. In contrast to the cold ground, her body was burning hot. So was Mr. Mysterious’ body.
For fear that Estelle would catch a cold, Mr. Mysterious didn’t strip off all her clothes but her lace underwear. After ensuring that her pussy was wet enough, Mr. Mysterious thrust his huge and hard penis into her tight vagina.
“Ahhh...” Estelle couldn’t help moaning in pleasure. At the same time, she clutched Mr. Mysterious’ firm and muscular arms with both hands, letting him take the lead.
Surrounded by her tight and wet wall, Mr. Mysterious was so carried away that he felt like he was in paradise. As Estelle’s tight pussy contracted occasionally, Mr. Mysterious almost came. The sound coming from their private parts contacting roughly was like the music of eternal pressure.
However, he restrained the urge to come so soon as he was reluctant to leave the paradise that Estelle created for him right now.
Estelle, on the other hand, felt like she was floating on the cloud.
Every time Mr. Mysterious went all the way in and reached the deepest part vagina, she couldn’t help moaning in excitement, which in turn made Mr. Mysterious thrust back and forth even harder and faster excitedly.
“Sir... I’m coming... Ahhh...” Moaning out loud, Estelle was trembling uncontrollably.
The wonderful sensation started from her lower abdomen and then passed down to her legs. Then it permeated her whole body, making Estelle feel numb but in a great feeling.
Her heart beating fast, Estelle panted and stared at Mr. Mysterious with her sparkling eyes filled with deep affection.
A few seconds later, Mr. Mysterious came as well.
Slightly frowning, he let out a groan before releasing his seeds inside her and leaning on her body.
Estelle’s pussy was filled with his warm sperm, which dripped all the way down to the gap between her butt after he pulled out inside her.
Seeing that Estelle was still in a daze after she reached her orgasm, Mr. Mysterious, who had already come back to his senses, took out some tissues and carefully and gently wiped Estelle’s vagina and butt to clean them.
Estelle was so tired and sleepy that she fell asleep in Mr. Mysterious’ arms with sweat all over her body.
When the night breeze blew, she murmured in drowsiness, “It’s cold...”
Sitting under the tree, Mr. Mysterious wrapped her with his jacket and held her tightly in his arms.
Their passionate sex lasted more than two hours. At the thought that Estelle was exhausted and might suffer from hypoglycemia, he took out a star-shaped candy from the pocket of his jacket, removed the candy wrapper, and gently put it into Estelle’s mouth.
Seeing her eat the candy, he was relieved.
Looking at the silver candy wrapper in his hand, Mr. Mysterious thought of the past.
When they were at school, Estelle would eat the star-shaped candies every day.
Over the past six years, while Estelle was not around, Mr. Mysterious developed a habit of consuming candies daily. Dr. Cruise had advised him that sugar might improve his mood, so he indulged in them regularly.
Despite his candy consumption, his life remained bitter, and happiness was hard to obtain.
As Mr. Mysterious was lost in deep thought, his phone unexpectedly vibrated.
Upon glancing at the caller ID on the screen, his heart skipped a beat.
It was Nelson who was calling him.
‘Uncle Nelson must know I will leave today,’ Cristofer thought.
He had booked the first flight, which would depart at six o’clock in the morning. At this moment, it was four o’clock.
He had planned to let Estelle sleep for half an hour and then take her to the airport.
After thinking for a while, he was sure that although Uncle Nelson knew that they would leave and it was too late for him to stop them, he answered the phone quickly.
“Hi, Uncle Nelson.”
“Cristofer, I’m so disappointed in you.”
Afraid of waking up Estelle, Cristofer carefully put her under the tree and let her lean against it. After wrapping his jacket around her, he quietly walked away to answer the phone.
“Uncle Nelson, I’m sorry.”
“Come back right now! I’ll wait for you at my villa,” Nelson ordered.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do as you said,” Cristofer replied firmly. “Uncle Nelson, I appreciate your help and support over the years, but from now on, I want to live life on my own terms.”
Angrily, Nelson retorted, “But you’ve chosen the most foolish path! I’ve warned you repeatedly that women are trouble. Why wouldn’t you listen? I’m living proof of it; I’m crippled because of a woman! I asked you to repay me by breaking your arm, hoping you’d feel the pain I endured and give up on Estelle. But to my dismay, you remain stubborn!”
With a smile, Cristofer looked at his left arm, which was now in plaster, and said, “Whether my arm is disabled or not doesn’t matter to me.”
“But can you bear living with only one arm for the rest of your life? Being impaired will make everyday tasks difficult for you. People will look at you strangely wherever you go. If Estelle abandons you, you won’t even be able to take care of yourself!”
“She won’t.”
“You’re still too naive and overconfident. A woman once told me that if my legs were broken because of her, she would be my crutch for life. I believed her, but in the end, she broke her promise and betrayed me!”
“Uncle Nelson,” Cristofer interjected with a cold voice, “You shared this story on the first day we met, warning me about the disasters women could bring. At that time, I despised Estelle deeply, so I believed what you said and treated her poorly.”
“But later, I realized that I am not a heartless person. Your words manipulated me as you repeated that story and misguided me step by step. Eventually, I was overwhelmed by hatred. I doubted and hurt the woman I love the most repeatedly.”
“Are you blaming me?” Nelson’s fury escalated, and his breathing quickened.
“No, I’m not, and I won’t,” Cristofer clarified. “After all, you are my benefactor. Uncle Nelson, Estelle is the last person I want to hurt in my life. I wish to spend the rest of my life making up for the harm I’ve caused her.”
Gritting his teeth, Nelson retorted, “I shouldn’t have let you see a psychologist! You wouldn’t have turned out like this if it weren’t for that psychologist! You would still be the composed and rational Cristofer you used to be!”