Chapter 299 Chapter 299: Choosing A Wedding Dress
“The donor is a high school student. He wants to apply for a military academy. The military academy has high requirements for the applicant’s physical quality, so he decided not to donate his liver,” the Doctor said, feeling sorry for Christina.
“Miss Hudson, how about you contact Christina’s biological father again? They are related by blood. The probability of success of the organic matching will be much higher.”
Biting her lower lip, Estelle turned pale.
“Her father...”
“Yes. The organic matching between you and Christina failed before. You may ask Christina’s father or her father’s siblings to come to the hospital and have a try. The probability of success may be high.”
“Okay, I see,” Estelle sighed deeply.
“Please get in touch with her father as soon as possible. Christina is young, and her physical condition can’t compare with an adult’s. She must have the operation as soon as possible.”
“Okay.”
After Estelle hung up the phone, her head swam, and she swayed dizzily. Leaning against the wall behind her, she barely kept her balance.
‘Christina’s father doesn’t even want her. He won’t donate his liver to her even if the organic matching is successful,’ Estelle thought with a bitter smile.
After thinking for a while, she still decided to have a try. For the sake of Christina, as long as there was still a glimmer of hope, she wouldn’t give up.
“Miss Hudson, which one do you think is better?” Eva asked, hobbling toward Estelle.
“How about you choose a wedding dress for Miss Wilson so we can leave immediately? She will take your advice.”
Estelle’s mind was in turmoil at the moment, and she was not in the mood to choose a wedding dress for Mila.
“Sorry, I have something urgent to do. I have to go now. You may call for a chauffeur service later. Don’t forget to choose a male driver,” she stated.
“Miss Hudson...”
When Estelle turned around and was about to leave, she heard several sales personnel gasping at the door.
The next moment, she saw Cristofer enter the wedding dress store and was stunned.
Cristofer then walked straight to Mila and said, “Sorry I’m late, Mila.”
Mila was also stunned because Cristofer used to call her Miss Wilson and had never called her by her name so intimately.
Cristofer was tall and handsome, looking noble and charming. When he approached her, she caught the faint scent of smoke mixed with the smell of perfume on his body, which was pleasant to smell.
“It’s... It’s okay. I know you are busy.”
“Have you decided which dress to buy?” Cristofer asked.
“Not yet. By the way, do you smoke? I heard from my father that you don’t smoke.”
“I’ve quit smoking for a few years. But I’ve been very busy with my work recently so sometimes I smoke to refresh myself when I’m tired. Does the scent of the smoke make you feel uncomfortable?”
“No, no, no. Your perfume smells good. The scent suits you well,” Mila quickly answered, smiling at him.
“It is the scent of cologne,” Cristofer casually stated.
“Is it because it can cover the smell of smoke?”
“Yes,” Cristofer nodded.
It was purely a lie.
Recently, he exhibited signs of manic depression and always felt irritable, especially when he thought about Estelle. One day, he accidentally found that the smell of cologne could calm him down, so he began to wear perfume.
Upon entering the store, he immediately spotted Estelle engaged in a phone conversation in a corner.
In an instant, a surge of emotions engulfed him, nearly overwhelming his composure.
Three years ago, he was almost killed in a serious car accident. Fortunately, the doctors rescued him from the brink of death.
After he woke up, Nelson told him that during the time he was in a coma, Estelle had collected enough evidence with the help of Mr. Mysterious and brought Gretchen and Melody to justice. And after the court trial, she left Hadale with Mr. Mysterious and the children.
‘Three years have passed. I’ve accepted the fact that you had been with another man. Shouldn’t you be living a happy life with Mr. Mysterious? Why did you suddenly come back, Estelle?’
Cristofer took a deep breath. The faint fragrance of orange given out by the cologne was soothing. However, he was in emotional turmoil and couldn’t calm down at all.
He forced himself not to look at Estelle, but somehow, he felt that his senses grew more acute. Although he couldn’t see her, he could hear her steps, her voice. He even felt that he could hear her breath.
‘Cristofer, you are such a loser in love.’ He mocked himself in his heart.
Seeing that Cristofer had been silently gazing at her face, Mila felt a little embarrassed but was secretly pleased.
Blushing in shyness, she softly said, “Mr. Hans, why are you looking at me like this?”
Her voice made Cristofer come to his senses.
It was not until then that he realized that he had been staring blankly at Mila just now. He had just wanted to look at something else to divert his attention from Estelle, but he didn’t notice that his eyes fell on Mila inadvertently.
As he was on the verge of explaining things to Mila, his gaze caught sight of Estelle from the corner of his eye, causing him to abandon the thought abruptly.
‘Now that you’re already with another man, I can also start a new relationship. Moreover, Mila is my fiancée. It’s normal that I looked at her,’ he pondered.
The next second, he said to Mila with a gentle smile, “Your earrings are very beautiful.”
Mila’s face turned even redder.
“Thank you. I bought them from a street vendor. They are very cheap and cost me only a few bucks.”
“Whether they’re pricey or affordable, the most suitable ones are the finest choice. Your earrings suit you perfectly,” Cristofer commented.
Hearing this, Mila was touched.
She had never thought that she could marry a man like Cristofer one day.
She had only met Cristofer three times before, and she could tell that he didn’t like her at all and that he just treated her as a suitable marriage partner.
However, today, his demeanor during their conversation, his manner, the expression in his eyes, and his tone were distinct.
Mila’s heart raced, prompting her to press a hand against her chest. Flushing with shyness, she replied with a smile, “Thank you.”
Cristofer, devoid of warmth in his stare, glanced at the wedding dress she was wearing and inquired, “Do you like this wedding dress?”
Shaking her head, Mila admitted, “No. Mr. Hans, I’m not sure which one to choose. Would you be willing to select one for me?”
Cristofer nodded and walked toward the rows of neatly hung wedding dresses on nearby racks.