HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 39: Hurry Up

Suddenly, a sweet voice wrenched Cristofer’s mind back to the present. Gretchen walked over, handed him a glass of juice, and said with a smile, “You drive today, so you can’t drink wine. Drink some juice.” Cristofer took the glass and then asked with a frown, “It’s iced?” “Yes, it’s iced orange juice. It’s very delicious. Have a taste.” Cristofer returned the glass to the bar counter and said, “I have stomach ache trouble. The cold juice will make me have a stomach ache.” Gretchen’s smile froze, and she said embarrassedly, “I’m sorry. I forgot about it. The juice is delicious, so I want to share it with you.” “It’s okay,” Cristofer said gently with a smile and looked at her shoes. “You’ve changed your shoes?” “Yes,” Gretchen nodded. “I changed into a pair of flat shoes. Do they look good?” “Yes,” Cristofer answered perfunctorily without even looking at them carefully, then shifted his gaze to the silver handrail. Gretchen asked curiously, “Cristofer, is there anything special about the handrail?” Cristofer thought, Yes, it brings back all my memories of the past, the past between Estelle and me. “No, I just think it’s beautiful,” He answered. Gretchen smiled and said, “Then, after we get married, we can also decorate the handrails in our house like this.” **** A black Porsche Cayenne slowly stopped outside the villa. In the car, Estelle was sitting on the passenger seat and holding her breath, her eyes covered by a white handkerchief. When the car stopped, she smelled the sweet scent of osmanthus, which was familiar to her. The road outside the Hudson’s House was planted with osmanthus trees. It was the season of osmanthus blooming, and the air was full of fragrance. “Sir, have we arrived?” Estelle asked. “He has something to deal with, so he asked me to send you here.” A strange woman’s voice cameBelonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

from the driver’s seat. Hearing this, Estelle was surprised and got nervous, gripping her seat belt subconsciously. In the morning, before she came out of the Grand Hotel of Hadale City, the mysterious man covered her eyes in the darkness. Then he held her hand, took her out of the hotel, and helped her get into the car. She thought it was the man who had driven her there. “Excuse me, Miss. May I know your name?” Estelle asked. “You can call me Miranda. Your... ‘Sir’ asked me to drive you here.” Miranda informed her. “I see. Miranda, can I take off the handkerchief now?” “Sure,” Miranda replied to her. When Estelle slowly took off the handkerchief, she was momentarily dazzled by the strong sunlight. After a while, her eyes adapted to the light, and she looked at the woman named Miranda beside her. With short hair, Miranda was perfectly made up and fashionably dressed. It could be seen that she was a direct, stunning, and modern woman. Noticing Estelle’s gaze, Miranda looked at her from the rearview mirror and felt pity for her. Then she said, “What a pity.” “What?” Estelle asked, not knowing what Miranda meant. “You are so beautiful, but you wear such shabby clothes daily. It’s a waste of your beauty!” Miranda said. Estelle looked down at her clothes and smiled bitterly. After she married Cristofer, Cristofer seldom came back home. Afraid that he would return when she was out, she could only wait for him at home every day, not wanting to miss any chance of seeing him. Since she didn’t think there was a need to dress up at home, she was usually dressed casually in pajamas or loose casual clothes. Later, she was diagnosed with lung cancer, and she thought about saving Yohan every day, so she was not in the mood to dress up at all. She couldn’t even remember when she bought the clothes that she was wearing. It might have been bought seven years ago.

“It doesn’t matter what I wear,” Estelle smiled awkwardly. In the past, whether she dressed up or not, Cristofer didn’t even bother to look at her. And now, she would die soon. And dressing up was meaningless to her. Besides, she had no money to buy new clothes either. However, Miranda said disapprovingly, “It certainly matters. What you wear shows your attitude towards your life and will determine how others will treat you. How can you defeat your enemy if you give up on yourself so easily?” “Defeat my enemy?” Miranda smiled meaningfully and opened the car door. After exiting the car, she waved at the car behind and said, “Come here. Let’s start!” What is she doing? Estelle was confused. Before she could react, several young girls pulled her out of the car and let her sit in the rear seat. Then, many of the latest clothes were taken out of the cars behind and put in front of her. Miranda looked at the dresses one by one to see which one would suit Estelle best. Finally, she chose a dark blue floral dress with embroidery. “This one is quite good. Sure enough, your ‘Sir’ knows you best. This dress suits you best.” Estelle asked, “He...” “He asked me to make you look as glamorous as before. He asked me to tell you what I said just now because he has expected that you may not be willing to dress up. I was merely reporting what he said. Miss Hudson, you have a sweet and graceful temperament. This floral dress suits you perfectly.” “When he called me yesterday and said that this dress suited you best, I didn’t believe him and thought that his taste was not as good as mine. After all, I’m a professional stylist. But today, when I saw you, I knew why he chose this dress,” Miranda smiled meaningfully and said. “Sure enough, a man knows better than others how to dress his beloved woman.” Estelle knew that Miranda had misunderstood her relationship with the man, so she quickly explained, “No, Miranda. You’ve misunderstood us. Our relationship is not like what you think. We are just...”

“Just what?” “We are employer and employee. You can just take me as his subordinate and him as my boss,” Estelle quickly explained. “Are you kidding me?” Miranda said in disbelief. “You stay together every night and sleep on the same bed. And he knows you so well. Now you tell me he’s your boss, and you are just his subordinate! Will a boss care so much about a subordinate?” Estelle was speechless and didn’t know how to explain it. She was very confused at the moment. A few days ago, she thought that the mysterious man was very similar to James. But after getting along with him for a few days, she felt he was not like James. However, she still couldn’t figure out who the mysterious man was and why he knew her so well. “Well, let’s not think about it now. Put on this dress. Then I’ll do your makeup and get your hair styled. Hurry up,” Miranda urged her.