HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 202: I Can't Let Her Know I'm Cristofer

After he was cured and came back from abroad, he tasted many different kinds of food. And every dish that Mrs. Moorsum cooked had received praise from him. Every day when Mrs. Moorsum was praised, she grinned from ear to ear and was happy that Yohan liked the dishes cooked by her. Although all the dishes tonight were spicy, Yohan enjoyed them very much. While eating, he gave Estelle a thumbs up and said, “Mom, the dishes you cooked are as delicious as those cooked by Mrs. Moorsum!” Hearing this, Estelle said with a brighter smile, “Thank you, sweetheart. Eat more if you like it.” “I can eat all of them!” Yohan said as he put a piece of pork in his mouth. Estelle then turned to look at Mr. Mysterious, only to find that he kept holding his knife and fork but didn’t eat anything. “What’s wrong? You don’t like the dishes?” she asked. “Nothing. I like them,” Mr. Mysterious said with a smile and then began to eat ravenously like Yohan. Soon, almost all the dishes were eaten up, and there was only some beef left. Simultaneously, both Yohan and Mr. Mysterious stopped eating. “You may eat it, Yohan,” Mr. Mysterious urged him. “No. Dad, you eat it. You’ve done a hard day’s work and should eat more,” Yohan shook his head and quickly responded. With a smile, Estelle put the beef onto Yohan's plate and said, “The food is so spicy that your Dad’s face is wet with sweat. He can’t eat it anymore.” Hearing this, Mr. Mysterious wiped his forehead. And it was not until then that he found that he was covered with sweat. Taking out a piece of tissue from the tissue box, Estelle wiped the sweat off his face and said in a soft voice, “It seems that neither you nor Cristofer can eat spicy food. He has stomach troubles, while you sweat a lot when you eat spicy food. I’ll cook non-spicy dishes for you in the future.” Gazing at her, Mr. Mysterious held her hand gently and took the tissue from her hand. “I’ll do it myself.”

“Sir, you should have told me that you can’t eat spicy food.” “I can eat it,” Mr. Mysterious said with a smile. “But...” “You like spicy food, don’t you?” Mr. Mysterious said in a gentle voice. “You just need to be yourself and do whatever you like. You don’t need to give up what you want for anyone. As for eating spicy food, I’ll be used to it if I eat them often. Don’t worry.” Biting her lower lip, Estelle was silent for a long time. “What’s the matter?” Mr. Mysterious asked. Estelle stood up and looked at his forehead. “You... Your forehead is injured?” “No,” Cristofer said as he quickly stood up and reached out, trying to cover his forehead with his hair. “But I seemed to see the injury on your forehead. Look, the tissue is stained with blood.” “Well, that’s not blood but the paint. I... I went to a building site today, and the paint dripped down on my forehead from somewhere. I came back in a hurry and forgot to wash it off.” “So... You are also engaged in the real estate industry?” Estelle asked, dubious about his explanation. “Yes. And I’m also engaged in some other industries,” Mr. Mysterious answered with a nod. As soon as he finished his words, his phone rang. Taking a look at the caller ID, he said apologetically, “Estelle, I have to go out. Ron has something to tell me about the company affairs.” “Okay, go ahead,” Estelle waved her hand to allow him to leave. Mr. Mysterious then rushed out of the apartment and ran down the stairs in a hurry instead of waiting for the elevator. At this time, Ron, who had been waiting downstairs for a long time, was standing in the corner of the garden. After getting out of the building, Cristofer ran to the garden covering his mouth, and vomited. His face turned pale because of the violent stomach pains. “Mr. Hans, drink some water first,” Ron said and immediately handed him a bottle of water.

Cristofer took it and drank up the water in one gulp. “Mr. Hans, why bother? Your stomach can’t stand so much spicy food at all.” Ron said, unable to bear to see Cristofer suffering. After vomiting almost all the food he had eaten just now, Cristofer drank some water again and felt better. With sweat all over his face, he leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Hearing Ron’s words, he waved his hand and said, “I can’t... can’t let Estelle find out my identity.” “Even if you don’t eat spicy food, Miss Hudson won’t think you are Cristofer,” Ron tried to convince him. “No, there must be no similarity between Mr. Mysterious and Cristofer,” Cristofer raised his head with his bloodshot eyes and said. “She said that as long as I’m not Cristofer, she will be willing to be with me no matter who I am. So I can’t let her know I’m Cristofer.” “But how long can you hide your identity from her? Many things will give you away at any time,” Ron said helplessly. “After I help her take back the Hudson Group and explain to Uncle Nelson, I will take her and the children abroad. In this case, my true identity will never be exposed.” “But Hans International Corporation is the fruit of your painstaking efforts for so many years. Are you really going to give it up?” Ron said in a hurry. Cristofer let out a long breath and said, “I’ll hand over the company to Uncle Nelson in return for his help. Back then, he gave me one million dollars as the start-up capital when I was in the most difficult time, and now I’ll repay him with a company whose market value is one hundred times more than before. It’s fair.” “But you know that what he wants is not your company, but you! He wants you to be his heir! As long as you want, all his properties will be yours in the future!” Cristofer couldn’t help but smile bitterly. “What’s the point of having those things?” “Mr. Hans...” “Due to the car accident six years ago, I lost my parents. And not long ago, I almost lost Estelle. Now, I really don’t care about how much money I have. I’m willing to give up all my wealth as long as I can be with the people I care about. I just want to live an ordinary life,” Cristofer sincerely

expressed. Ron sighed and said, “But I’m afraid that Mr. Lopez won’t give up on you easily.” “I’ll take care of it. Let’s not talk about it. Have you brought the band-aids?” “Yes,” Ron said. Before coming here, he bought some alcohol, cotton swabs, and a large box of band-aids. “Mr. Hans, I’m not good at treating wounds. It may hurt when I disinfect the wound.” “It’s okay. Go ahead,” Cristofer said and then sat on the edge of the flower bed.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.