Honey, Love Me One More Time
Chapter 6
In a rage, Estelle choked Gretchen and pinned her against the wall while glaring at her.
It was you! It was you all along, you vicious and heartless bitch! My father died because of you! Cristofer split up with me because of you! My son has septicemia because of you!
GO TO HELL, you fucking piece of shit!
Gretchen had not expected that Estelle would choke her. Unable to move, she snapped, “Estelle Hudson, how dare you lay your hands on me? You’ll irritate Cristofer even more!”
Estelle sneered. “I don’t care if he’s irritated ’cause I’m dying anyway. Why not just take you down with me as well?”
“Get your hands off me! Are you crazy?”
“I have nothing to lose, Gretchen Abrams! Even if I choke you to death, I’ll be merely sentenced to the death penalty. It’s just another way of dying, but it’s less painful. And I have to thank you for offering me the opportunity to kill you!”
Panic appeared in Gretchen’s eyes as she struggled hard. “What about your son? If you dare hurt me, your son will definitely die!”
“If that’s the case, then you’ll definitely go down with him!”
“Estelle Hudson, what are you doing?”
Suddenly, Estelle’s hands were pulled away from Gretchen’s neck. The next second, she was thrown heavily onto the cold concrete ground.
It was Cristofer. He came along.
He held Gretchen in his arms gently, feeling extremely nervous. But when he looked at Estelle, his eyes were filled with malice. “Are you looking forward to death?”
Looking forward to death? I don’t need to look forward to death, for death will soon come to me.
Estelle staggered to her feet with dust all over her body. Her arm was bruised, and crimson blood dripped down from her fingers.
“How blind you are, Cristofer!” Estelle cried.
How could you fall for a vicious woman like Gretchen Abrams?
Cristofer carried Gretchen in his arms and glared at Estelle. “You’re right. I was so blind that I once fell in love with you and ended up losing both my parents. And just now, I nearly lost Gretchen.”
At the same time, Gretchen leaned softly against his chest and made a “V for Victory” sign towards Estelle.
Clearly, it was a conspiracy again.
Gretchen had made a shrewd calculation to ensure that Cristofer would arrive just in time to see how hysterical Estelle could be when provoked.
Estelle was disheartened.
All her hope had vanished.
Cristofer said, “Estelle, get a divorce with me right now ’cause I don’t wanna stall on it anymore.”
“No way,” Estelle refused resolutely, “I won’t divorce you until seven days later.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?”
“There’s indeed something wrong with me. I’m sick. I told you about that, but you didn’t believe me.” Estelle took a deep breath, and her eyes gradually filled with icy contempt. “Cristofer, I order you to watch the stars with me at night in the following seven days, or else I will hurt your precious Gretchen!”
Cristofer shook his head. “What if I say no?”
“Then I will do anything to take her down. And can you protect her forever? I had managed to kill your parents five years ago, let alone Gretchen Abrams!”
“Estelle!”
“It’s only for seven days. Your wedding will be held in seven days, right? In seven days, I’ll divorce you and get out of your sight for good.”
Cristofer frowned and stared at her.
With a sneer, she continued, “Don’t worry. I won’t force you to sleep with me. All you have to do is watch the stars with me.”
With his eyes fixed on Estelle, Cristofer frowned and remained silent.
Estelle knew that he was reluctant to accept her proposal.
To be exact, he was more than willing to rip her into pieces for hurting Gretchen, his beloved woman. And it was possible for him to watch the stars with Estelle willingly.
But he did not know that a pathetically weak woman like Estelle could not injure anyone at all. She was so skinny that the wind could easily blow her away. If Gretchen had not deliberately provoked her into making a scene, Estelle couldn’t have touched her clothes at all.
Speaking of clothes, Estelle cast a glance at Gretchen’s dress which used to belong to her.
It was a white and pink dress made of crepe, which was embroidered with mauve flowers. The dress was indeed lovely.
Cristofer adored floral patterns. In Estelle’s old wardrobe, eight out of ten dresses were in such patterns. It was he who had bought them for her.
Gretchen’s dress was tidy without any crease, and the patterns on it hadn’t changed a bit, just like its current owner, fresh and outstanding.
As for its original owner Estelle, she looked so withered and pitiful with her watery eyes, as if the pain had penetrated her fragile bones.
Estelle smiled lightly. “Miss Abrams, may I ask what you do for a living?”
Hearing that, Gretchen suddenly trembled in terror and buried her face in Cristofer’s arms at once, saying in a coquettish voice, “Cristofer….”
“Don’t worry. I got you. I won’t let her hurt you.” Cristofer’s voice was more than gentle as he encircled Gretchen’s waist and stroked her hair.
But when he looked at Estelle, the tenderness in his eyes disappeared instantly.
“Why do you want to know about it?”
Estelle replied with a chuckle, “I’m just curious.”
“It’s none of your business. Estelle, I advise you not to lay your hands on Gretchen.”
“Cristofer Hans, I advise you not to talk to me this way ’cause I don’t know what I might do when I go crazy!”
“You…”
Estelle almost laughed out loud when seeing that Cristofer was so furious but dared not retort for the sake of Gretchen.
Everyone had an Achilles heel.
Estelle’s Achilles heel was her son, while Cristofer was Gretchen.
Estelle said to herself, As I’m already a villain in your heart, why not just go all the way and become an even more wicked villain?
Then she strode past them, opened the door, and entered the villa. Before shutting the door, she said to Cristofer, “I’ll wait for you on the roof at seven tonight.”
Estelle then reached her bedroom on the second floor, which had a large French window.
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