Chapter 213 - 16: Why Was It Him?

Kate got her medical checkup report the day before and arranged to go to the beauty parlor for a makeover. She received reform on skin, hair, eyebrows, manicure, and even the most private part was not neglected.

The reform was thorough, but they still tried to preserve her natural beauty. When she was lying on the bed, allowing herself to be treated as they liked, she thought if only she could be more stupid and shameless, then she would not feel hurt and shed tears.

When Kate sat in the dressing room and let them do her makeup, she had a sense of being merchandise. She was no different from the shampoo, tissue paper, or any other item on the shelves in the supermarket. They were all something to be used.

When the makeup artist signaled her to look in the mirror, she was taken aback. The face in the mirror was uncanny: hers but also not hers.

Her face outline was more outstanding and vivid; her skin had a naturally rosy complexion; there was no sign of artificial packing. However, the beautiful packaging was just to sell at a better price.

The makeup artist stood aside and appreciated his work. He appraised, "You have great potential. Your face is suitable for many images. Today we go with the natural style. Perhaps we can try other styles on other days."

Kate laughed bitterly inside. The other days…

After waiting in the lounge for quite a long time, somebody came and gave her a room card.

She walked in the carpeted corridor, and her heels made a dull noise. She was so depressed. The row of small lights on the ceiling gave dazzling light, and she thought she had finally come to this point, and there was no way to escape anymore.

She got to the room she was sent to. She raised her head and saw the number 1808.

She thought of Betty. If she knew what she was doing now, would she exhale a cloud of smoke and laugh? Or she would ask her where your principles are?

Kate waved away her thoughts. Principles, the word had already left her world.

She took a deep breath, and the door card dropped when she was going to open the door. A waiter passed and seemed to see through what she was. She felt ashamed and opened the door and got in hastily.

It was spacious and luxurious inside. It was like another world. The gorgeous floral carpet extended to the entire room, and the furniture was a mixture of modern and European Palace style. However, there was a man standing facing the French window. He was in black, tall, and aloof. His back itself was foreboding. Kate got the intention to run away.

When he turned to her, it was like being struck by lightning. The second she came to her senses, she turned and ran to the door. She pressed the lock handle violently, but the door would not open. She turned back in puzzlement and saw him holding a remote in his hand. Did he lock the door?

She was in a panic. Why was it him? How?

The luxurious room was now like a huge cage. The air became solid and oppressed her from all sides. She had difficulty breathing.

The man was approaching while he asked calmly, "Why are you running?"

Kate didn't reply. He raised the corners of his eyebrows. "Not satisfied with the guest?"

The word "guest" hit Kate's eardrums like a heavy hammer. She couldn't make a sound. She was full of sorrow and remorse, for she sought the insult herself.

The man gave her a glance for a few seconds and commented, "Not bad."

She didn't know what he meant.

Then he lifted his hand, and when his fingertips touched Kate's cheek, she dodged aside in instinct. But his fingers still touched her and ran down along the fair and smooth skin.

Kate could not endure this slow execution-like torment anymore, and she opened her mouth "Mister…"

"Uh?"

"Mr. Fox," she said with great difficulty, "Let me go, please."

Tristan laughed lightly and said slowly, "I don't know that now the escort could pick guests. Which door do you want to knock then? The next one?"

His fingertips remained on her collar bone and rubbed it. He felt her suppressed trembling and said, "You scare me?"

Kate looked bravely into his eyes and declared, "I quit."

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Kate was totally different from how she looked like before. She had always wrapped herself with those wrinkled, baggy clothes, and her jagged bangs almost covered half of her face.

Today her new hairstyle exposed her smooth forehead; her shining brown eyes were bright and spirited and widened because of fear; her lips were glossy and full as she applied lipstick; the slightly lifted mouth corners made her face more delicate.

And the new outfits revealed her true body shape. The pearl color strapless dress showed her round shoulders and creamy arms. The tight top of the dress formed the shape of her full b.r.e.a.s.ts.

The first time he saw her, she was like a kid to him, but the kid was a grownup today, young but not naïve, s.e.xy but not l.u.s.tful.

After he assessed her in his mind secretly, he looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "But I have spared the time, especially for you."

He was pleased to find his words caused some terror in her eyes. He changed his idea, "Need to do one thing first."

And then he pressed the remote and put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her out.

Kate was puzzled. Why did he need to drag her with him if he had something to do? Would it be something related to her? And then she pondered the possibility of running away from him.

Tristan seemed to read her mind and grabbed her hand tightly to cut off her attempts. He took long steps, and she had to half-run to keep up with him on the heels she was unaccustomed to.

When they got downstairs, his car was parked near the gate. Ed came down the open the car door, and he looked surprised to see Kate. Tristan pushed her into the car and then got in after her.

As soon as the car door slammed, the car moved on smoothly and blended into the traffic flow.

Kate was worried, and she asked uneasily, "Where are we going?"

Tristan gave her a glance and threw her the words, "To solve some physiological need."

Her face turned even paler.

In a short time, the car stopped, and Tristan dragged her out. Ed drove the car away. It was until now that she found there was another black car followed the car they sat in.

And she turned back to see another hotel. Her heart jumped to her throat again.

Fortunately, they went upstairs to a restaurant and sat in a private compartment. Tristan started to order food casually.

He found Kate was shivering, so he asked the waitress to adjust the temperature higher. After the waitress was gone, he turned on the TV with the remote and watched. The sound of TV eased the scary air a little bit.

However, it was a law program, and the case was about a high school girl student on a first date with her Internet boyfriend, who she had never seen before. She was taken to a hotel, drugged and r.a.p.ed by multiple men, and died of excessive hemorrhage from struggling and fighting.

The program made Kate scared and also awkward as it reflected her current situation. She cast a glance at the person who sat beside her secretly and happened to see he turned to look at her. She turned back to the TV hurriedly and embarrassedly.

And then the host and the law experts had a long discussion, and the words r.a.p.e, seduction, gang-r.a.p.e kept coming out. She was on pins and needles, and the temperature on her face rose up degree by degree.

She wished that person could switch to another channel, but the remote was by his hand, and he seemed to be enjoying the program… She cursed him morbidly in her heart.

The program finally ended, and it took Kate quite a while to pacify herself a little and resume her normal temperature. And then she asked carefully, "Why it was you in that room?"

Tristan turned to her and asked in a low voice instead, "What answer do you wish to hear?"

Kate's heart missed a beat. She didn't know.

He drew back his look and said lightly, "That hotel, we acquired it last month."

Was the hotel theirs? It made sense then. So they knew it when she came for an interview three days ago? Alas, she sought the insult herself.