A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate choked and started to shed tears. Tristan patted her on the back and fed her again. When the soup was finished, Tristan took up a napkin and wiped her mouth with care.

Kate sat there quietly for a while and then started to hiccup. She stood up suddenly and rushed to the bathroom barefooted. As soon as she got in, she bent down on the toilet and started to throw up. What she drank was all thrown out, and sour gastric juice also came out, and it seemed everything inside her body had been dug up.

Tristan stood at the door, looking at her expressionlessly. Then he got a cup of water and helped her up to gargle. Then he led her to the dinner table again. But Kate wanted to throw up as soon as she smelled food.

She was too feeble to speak. She just shook her head.

“You don’t like them?” Tristan changed to a tone to negotiate, “What do you want to eat? Just tell Laura to cook.”

Kate just shook her head and said, “I cannot eat anything.”

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Tristan was depressed to think that this man was so important in Kate’s heart. Was she going to starve herself to death so that she could go to hell with him?

Thought of this, he got upset and changed his tone, “So, you prefer an infusion?”

Before he finished his words, he saw her fall to the side. Luckily he reacted quickly to catch her. She leaned softly on his arms with closed eyes. Kate’s extreme feebleness made Tristan’s heartache and conjured up some fear as well. He cried, “Kate, Kate…”

Kate was so tired.

She soon fell asleep. She dreamed of all kinds of scenes: her hometown, various familiar faces, adults quarreling, and kids crying. She knew she was dreaming in her dream. And then she was telling herself that it was ominous to dream of kids.

As she realized, she woke up.

Opening her eyes, she saw Tristan sitting by the bed. Meeting his blood-shot eyes, her heart softened. His eyes showed some joy, and he asked softly, “Are you thirsty?”

Kate closed her eyes again. He understood and took the cup from her bedside stand. Kate saw the bear-shaped cup, and the softest part of her heart was touched. She drank the water from the cup in his hand obediently and laid back.

When her head touched the pillow, she recalled what had happened earlier; his toughness and indifference. Her heart feel cold again.

Tristan stroked her face gently and lovingly and said softly, “Don’t be so willful. You are going to be a mother.”

Kate closed her eyes for a while and then opened them again, “What did you say?” Her voice was still husky and full of suspicion.

He was extremely tender, but he uttered it distinctly, “We are going to have a baby. It has been six weeks now.”

The words crashed on her ears like a bomb.

She opened her mouth but could not make a sound. Her hand wanted to move, but Tristan stopped it. “Don’t move. Be careful of the needle.”

Kate suddenly realized she was attached to an IV drip. A fine plastic pipe connected to a bag, which hung at the head of the bed.

Tristan explained, “You are weak after starving for so many days. Besides, you passed out because of your body’s reaction to pregnancy. So this IV is necessary.”

Kate interrupted him, “Do you want me to deliver this baby?”

He nodded, “Of course.”

“Why?”

He was surprised and retorted, “Don’t you want it?”

“Of course not.”

She replied without thinking. The hand that held her squeezed, and she could feel his rage transmitting to her. However, Tristan controlled himself and said, “Don’t say that. It will hear you.”

Kate found his superstitious explanation completely ridiculous. She wanted to sneer, but she just felt sad. She used all her remained strength and said word by word, “Look at me clearly. Who am I?”

Tristan reacted quickly and changed to his usual calm and indifferent tone, “Of course I know who you are. I am not blind.”

In a while, he adjusted his mood and softened his tone, “Stop thinking about it. Get some good rest. I have a business to attend to. I will get back to you later.”

And then he patted her hand, with the infusion needle still attached, and left the room.

A young nurse came in soon after Tristan left. She checked the needle and the speed of the drip. And then the nurse retreated to the couch and waited professionally.

The room went quiet again.

Kate was exhausted in her heart. Why were all her nightmares happening consecutively?

With her infusion completed for today, Kate took an antiemetic and ate some soup and porridge. She gained some strength, and her complexion turned more colorful.

As soon as Kate felt better, she slid down the bed, went to her study, and picked up the books she had left for many days.

The next day, Tristan dragged her out. She didn’t know where they were going, but she didn’t ask.

The car drove into an apartment building. They went upstairs, and Tristan opened the door. Kate followed him in. It was a two-story apartment. All the furniture there was covered in white cloth.

“This was where we lived.”

Tristan went to the corner of the room, lifted the white cloth, and exposed a shelf with many compartments. In each compartment, there were various arts and crafts. Then he lifted the clothes on the other furniture, and a very lively home was revealed.

Underneath the dusty cloth, it was very cozy and stylish, totally different from the villa and his apartment. And what attracted Kate’s attention were two big pictures of a woman on the wall.

She was really beautiful. The kind of beauty that made Kate take a deep breath. From the photographer’s angle, she was round-faced, with affectionate eyes and long fluffy hair, like a movie star of the 1990s.

The other one was a black and white picture in which she was dancing ballet. Her body was shaped perfectly. She raised her head and looked upward, stretching her elegant neck like a swan.

Tristan’s voice sounded behind her, “You can see for yourself. She and you are so different.”