HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 151: Don't Cry

“Yes. I was only twenty years old at that time when I went to Ameris and didn’t know how to take care of myself during pregnancy. I was afraid and anxious every day but didn’t dare to call my mother. She was already very sad about my father’s death, and I didn’t want her to worry about me.” “And back then, I suffered from serious morning sickness and vomited everything I ate. The food there didn’t suit my taste, and during pregnancy, I didn’t gain weight but became thinner and thinner. Later, Mr. Harris knew about my condition, and he took care of me and cooked the food I liked for me to eat every day. “ Hearing this, Mr. Mysterious sighed, swallowed hard, and said with mixed feelings, “I should thank him for his kindness.” Estelle had wanted to say that Yohan was Cristofer's son and the one who should thank James should be Cristofer. But on second thought, she bit her tongue and didn’t say anything. ‘Mr. Mysterious has longed for a happy family and has been good to Yohan and Yvonne. If I said such words, Mr. Mysterious would think that I didn’t take him as my family and feel disappointed.’ While Estelle was lost in thought, Mr. Mysterious suddenly asked, “By the way, it seems that James also has feelings for you, right?” Estelle shook her head and said, “Maybe. But I think that he takes pity on me rather than having feelings for me. He knows how terrible my marriage was in the past years, so he is concerned about me.” “People’s emotions are actually very complicated. Pity can sometimes be caused by love. I’m grateful to him for what he has done for you and Yohan. But if he still has feelings for you, I will only take him as my rival in love rather than a benefactor. Estelle, I won’t allow anyone to take you away from me,” Mr. Mysterious said as they approached the underground parking lot. After carrying Estelle into the car, he carefully fastened the seat belt for her. Sitting in the passenger seat quietly, Estelle joked with a shy smile, “Sir, if you continue to spoil me like this, my limbs will degenerate.” Since they came out of the building, he did everything for her while she did nothing except nestling

in his arms. “Even if you degenerate, it doesn’t matter,” Mr. Mysterious said as he got into the driver’s seat and started the car. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of your life. You can count on me.” “Are we going to the seafood restaurant now?” Estelle asked with a hesitant look. “Yes. Don’t you want to go there for dinner?” “Yes. But... But I’m still in the lactation period. I’d better not eat seafood for the sake of Yvonne,” Estelle said. Hearing this, Mr. Mysterious was stunned and apologized immediately, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that you can’t eat seafood. What would you like to eat for dinner? Do you have any other favorite restaurants?” Estelle said, “How about we eat at home? I’ll cook for you. I haven’t cooked dinner for you since we knew each other.” “Okay,” Mr. Mysterious said. “I’ll call Mrs. Moorsum and ask her to go to the supermarket and buy some food ingredients. What ingredients do you need?” “Sir, what do you like to eat?” Estelle asked. “I don’t know. I don’t have any particular preference for food. But I think if I can have dinner with you daily, maybe I’ll find out what food I like best.” Estelle smiled and said, “I see. I’m good at cooking. When my father was alive, he liked the food I cooked best. But at that time, I couldn’t be bothered cooking for him. Now thinking about it, I really regret it.” With one hand on the steering wheel, Mr. Mysterious reached out the other and held her hand. “Do you want to discover the truth about your father’s car accident?” he asked. Estelle stiffened when she heard this. “Actually, I know the truth. Gretchen has admitted to me that she plotted the accident. But so many years have passed. I can’t find any evidence of her crime at all. I can’t bring her to justice,” She said with a pained expression. “There will be a solution,” Mr. Mysterious said in a calm and assuring voice. “As long as you want, I will help you.”NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Really?” “Do you want her to get her comeuppance?” “Yes!” Estelle immediately said, “Although I don’t care what Cristofer thinks of me anymore, I still want him to know I didn’t kill his parents. I don’t need him to repent or apologize to me. I just want to seek justice for myself!” As she spoke, she couldn’t help but shed tears. Seeing this, Mr. Mysterious pulled over, hugging her and comforting her, “Don’t cry Estelle. Don’t cry.” “Sir…” “I’m such a loser,” Estelle sniffed and added, “In the past six years, all the people I love the most suffered a lot. I didn’t protect them well. I’m neither a good daughter nor a good mother.” Mr. Mysterious gently caressed her hair and said gently, “Now you have me with you. I won’t let anyone hurt you and your family from now on.” Since Estelle’s eyes were covered and she couldn’t see anything, her other senses grew more acute. From time to time, she could hear the noise of the crowd outside. When they passed by a school, she heard some parents angrily criticize their children for failing the exam, and some praise their children for their excellent performance in school activities. After a while, she smelled the fragrance of food in the food stall. The fragrance was so strong that it covered the faint smell of cologne in the car. Estelle hadn’t felt the hustle and bustle of the city for a long time. At this time, the active atmosphere of the city put her in a better mood. “Sir.” “What’s up?” Estelle asked, “Do you like cologne very much?” “Not very much.” “Then why do you wear it every day? Is wearing perfume a part of business etiquette?” “Well, you can say that,” Mr. Mysterious said. Estelle nodded. Although she still didn’t know about his identity, judging from what he had done, she

could see that he must be rich and powerful. It was normal for a person like him to be fastidious about his image and attach much importance to etiquette. “Estelle, you don’t like the smell of it? If you don’t, I’ll change a bottle of perfume.”