HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 61: What's Up, Sir?

Room 1231 had a large living room, a main bedroom, two secondary bedrooms, and a study. Estelle came to the living room and saw that the sofa was a little messy. The cushions and sofa covers were wrinkled. And on the backrest of the sofa was a white shirt and a dark blue tie. After hesitating for a while, she turned on the light and began to clean the room. She washed the shirt and tie first and hung them on the balcony. Then she tidied up the sofa and tea table. After that, she turned off the light and waited for Mr. Mysterious to come. Later, the ringtone was heard again, and the door was opened. “Sir.” Estelle stood up and greeted Mr. Mysterious. Mr. Mysterious nodded and came in a while, asking with a smile, “How was your day?” “Well, not bad,” Estelle answered. “Not bad?” Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “You were quite awesome. You beat Cristofer in the game and gained a pursuer.” Speaking of this, Estelle quickly denied, “No, no, no. That’s not my pursuer. Ingemar is Rebecca’s friend. He probably treated me well for the sake of Rebecca.” “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious interrupted her. “What’s up, sir?” “A man won’t treat a woman well for no reason. When a man is attentive to a woman, it means that he wants to get something from her. Do you know what I mean?” Mr. Mysterious said. Estelle bit her lower lip and said nothing. Actually, she could feel that Ingemar had a crush on her. However, with her current relationship status and her poor health, she couldn’t open her heart and start a new relationship. Therefore, she had been keeping a distance from Ingemar when she was in the club. Thinking about Mr. Mysterious’ words, Estelle asked, “Sir, you also treat me well.” “Yes.” “So... What do you want to get from me? Do you treat me well because you want to compensate for the loss of your beloved woman?” Estelle asked.

“Maybe,” Mr. Mysterious said as he walked past her and sat down on the sofa. Then he changed the topic. “Did you see your daughter?” “Yes,” Estelle nodded and said. “It’s not easy to get custody of your daughter. Cristofer values her very much, and he’s a hard nut to crack. It will take a lot of effort and a long time to get your daughter back,” Mr. Mysterious informed her. Estelle, who had been mentally prepared, nodded calmly. Then she asked, “Sir, I only need to come here at night, right? Can I manage my time as I want during the day?” “You want to find a job?” Mr. Mysterious asked. “Yes,” Estelle said. “To obtain the custody of my child, I must have a stable job to prove that I can support her.” In fact, Estelle had given full consideration to getting custody of her daughter. She had lung cancer. Although the diseased part of her lung had been surgically removed, it was hard to say whether she would relapse and how long she could live. And she was clear that she might die at any time. Logically speaking, she shouldn’t have fought for Yvonne’s custody. But after thinking it over, she still decided to do so. Her father had passed away, and she was Aurora’s only mental support. If she also died, it would be a devastating blow to Aurora. In this case, Yvonne would be the only consolation for Aurora. Estelle thought getting Yvonne back to her was necessary to prevent Aurora from losing her will to live. Besides, Estelle was worried that Gretchen would hurt Yvonne. If Cristofer got custody of Yvonne, her daughter would have to live with Cristofer and Gretchen in the future. Gretchen wouldn’t be willing to be a stepmother and wouldn’t take good care of Yvonne. More importantly, her mother, Melody, used to be an obstetrician, and she had a lot of ways to hurt Yvonne without being found. Even the septicemia of Yohan was caused by Gretchen and Melody. As Yvonne’s mother, Estelle would never allow anyone to hurt her daughter, so she must fight for custody.

Today in the Hans’ Residence, she saw that Cristofer loved Yvonne dearly. But his love did not guarantee Yvonne’s safety because he always believed in Gretchen’s lies. No matter what Gretchen said, he would believe her unconditionally. In the jewellery store, even though Rebecca said that she had seen Gretchen go to the hospital for an abortion, Cristofer still chose to believe Gretchen without hesitation. Thinking of this, Estelle felt helpless. “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious suddenly called her name. Estelle wrenched her mind back to the present. “Sir, what’s up?” Mr. Mysterious still maintained the same posture as before. He sat on one side of the sofa and leaned against the backrest, hiding in the shadow. Estelle could only see his vague figure. Mr. Mysterious was tall and strong, and from the profile of his side face, she could see that he was handsome. But she still couldn’t see his face clearly. “Remember what I said. I will help you get your daughter back to you, but it takes time. Don’t act recklessly. If you irritate Cristofer, getting your daughter back will be more difficult, right?” Mr. Mysterious said. “Got it,” Estelle answered. She always listened to him. “Come and sit here,” Mr. Mysterious said and patted the position beside him. This sofa seemed to be specially customised and was much larger than ordinary sofas. It was about two metres long and placed in the middle of the living room. Mr. Mysterious always sat on one end of the sofa while Estelle always stood at the other end of the sofa to keep a certain distance from him. Hearing his words, Estelle slowly sat down on the sofa, but she still kept an appropriate distance from him. Then she smelled the pleasant scent of his cologne. “Estelle, what kind of man do you like?” Mr. Mysterious suddenly asked. Hearing that, Estelle was stunned. After thinking for a while, she answered, “I like kind, faithful, and responsible men.” “Anything else?” “No,” Estelle shook her head and said. “Finding a man with all these three qualities is difficult.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

However, even such a man is better than most men in the world.” Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said, “Your standards of choosing a mate are really not high.” “When I was young, I had high standards. I wanted a handsome boyfriend, more than 1.85 metres tall, good at sports, and studying well. I thought that only such a man was good enough for me. Now, thinking about my past standards, I felt that I was too naive and self-righteous,” Estelle said and couldn’t help but laugh at her ignorance.