HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 171: Estelle, May I?

After a few seconds, she said, “Yes. Sir, maybe I had an illusion just now. I was too sensitive.” Mr. Mysterious smiled and said gently, “Maybe it’s because I haven’t smoked for a few days, so my voice has changed a little. Since the last time you smelled the smell of smoke on me, I haven’t smoked anymore. After all, passive smoke is bad for your health.” “I see.” Mr. Mysterious nodded. “Estelle, aren’t you going eat something?” “No, I’m not hungry,” Estelle said, shaking her head. “Then...” The next moment, Mr. Mysterious carried her in his arms and walked quickly to the bedroom. “Ah!” Estelle exclaimed. Before she could react, she was lying on the bed, and Mr. Mysterious’ passionate kiss fell on her lips. “Do you know where Mrs. Moorsum and the children have gone?” Mr. Mysterious asked. His voice sounded as hoarse as before. “Hasn’t she taken Yohan and Yvonne for a walk?” Estelle asked. “Yes. But I thought that their walking time was too short, so I asked someone to take them to the movies.” ‘Is the time too short? Do they have to take a walk for a long time?’ Estelle wondered in confusion. Suddenly, she realized what Mr. Mysterious meant, and then her mind went blank. And she felt her whole body become burning hot. Mr. Mysterious then said in a mesmerizing voice as he kissed her, “Estelle, I really can’t wait.” When Estelle heard this, her throat tightened. “But...” “May I?” Mr. Mysterious asked in an almost pleading tone. “Estelle, may I?” Estelle loved him and certainly was willing to have sex with him. But she hesitated at the thought that she hadn’t got divorced yet. “Sir, I just don’t think that I...” Knowing what she would say, Mr. Mysterious interrupted her and said, “But you are going to divorce Cristofer, aren’t you? You will belong to me sooner or later.”

“Yes,” Estelle said and swallowed hard. Her throat felt constricted, and her mouth felt dry. “Then don’t refuse me,” Mr. Mysterious said with his voice full of desire. After that, he began to kiss her and fondled her gently. Soon, Estelle was immersed in his gentleness and responded to his kiss affectionately. Later, when they had sex, Mr. Mysterious became more and more passionate, as if he had lost control of himself. Many times, Estelle felt that she was going to faint. The weather was good today. The moon was bright, and the clear sky was studded with stars. While half asleep and half awake, Estelle slightly opened her eyes. Under the moonlight pouring in through the windows, she saw Mr. Mysterious still dressed in his shirt and his dark blue tie swaying with his rhythmic movements. The more Estelle looked at the tie, the more she found it familiar. Suddenly, she thought of something and stiffened in shock. She remembered that on Cristofer's eighteenth birthday, the gift she gave him was a tie like the one in front of her. For a moment, she thought she was mistaken. But after looking closely at the tie, she was sure that the tie was the same as the one she had given Cristofer before. “What’s wrong?” Mr. Mysterious asked gently when he saw her distracted. Estelle pointed at his tie and asked, “This tie is…” Mr. Mysterious didn’t expect her to ask about the tie and was a little stunned. Estelle seldom knew what he wore every day. However, the moonlight was very bright tonight. Although he had his back to the light, the color and pattern of his tie still could be seen clearly. Staring at the tie, Estelle thought of a possibility and asked, “Sir, you... Are you really Mr. Mysterious?” Mr. Mysterious didn’t answer her. The next moment, Estelle pushed him away with all her strength, pulled the quilt, and wrapped herself with it in panic. “Who on earth are you?” she shouted in horror.

Being pushed by her, Mr. Mysterious lost his balance and sat on the bed. And he was still silent. After a long time, he spoke with his voice as gentle as before, “Estelle, are you afraid of this tie? Well, the checks on the tie are indeed a little dense, and you may feel uneasy when seeing them. But in my memory, you don’t have trypophobia, do you?” Estelle didn’t say anything but stared at him with a wary look. “Did you buy this tie yourself?” “No,” Mr. Mysterious answered. “My clothes and accessories were all bought by my assistant. I seldom buy them in person.” “You have an assistant?” “Yes, my assistant is Ron, the driver who picked you up before. Do you still remember him?” Hearing this, Estelle still didn’t let her guard down. Biting her lower lip nervously, she thought for a while and asked, “Do you know the price or the brand of this tie?” “Sorry. I don’t know,” Mr. Mysterious answered seriously. “This tie was launched by Armani six years ago,” Estelle told him. “Really? I didn’t know that,” Mr. Mysterious said in a calm tone. “Then why are you so afraid? Is it because I wore too much cologne today? I will wear less perfume in the future if you don’t like it.” ‘He doesn’t know about this tie? Then he should not be Cristofer,’ Estelle thought. Just now, she almost lost her mind at the thought that the man in front of him was probably Cristofer. If Mr. Mysterious, who had been taking good care of her and loving her so much, was Cristofer, she might not be able to accept it. On second thought, Estelle believed that Mr. Mysterious couldn’t be Cristofer. ‘Mr. Mysterious came to me when I was in the most difficult time.’ ‘At that time, Cristofer still hated me very much and always urged me to go through the divorce procedures with him. Since then, he did not need to come to my side with the identity of Mr. Mysterious and help me.’ ‘Besides, the one that Cristofer loves is Gretchen, while Mr. Mysterious has said that I’m the only one he has been loving. This is the biggest difference between Mr. Mysterious and Cristofer. All in all, Mr. Mysterious can’t be Cristofer.’ Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

‘As for the tie... Maybe it’s just a coincidence that the two of them have the same ties.’ “Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious called her name in a gentle voice as he untied the tie and threw it on the floor. “If you don’t like this tie, I won’t wear it anymore, okay?” Estelle took a deep breath and said, “Sir, I’m not afraid of it, nor do I hate it. I just...” “Just what?” “Nothing,” Estelle said with a smile. “This tie looks exactly the same as the one I gave to Cristofer before. But he might have forgotten about the tie. Or maybe he has thrown it away.”