Chapter 221 - 24: I Gave You A Chance

As Kate had many emotions in her heart, she tossed and turned in bed and could not sleep.

Tristan went back to the bedroom and showed her the new cell phone, saying generously, "Make a call to Jimmy. He had called several times."

Kate saw the number on the screen and got nervous. She wanted to grab the phone, but Tristan raised it to a height she could not reach. And then he dialed the number slowly and gave it to her. Kate didn't want to talk with Jimmy at this time, so she pressed hang up.

Tristan raised his eyebrows and made a long face. "This is your only chance. If you don't take it, you will have to wait for one month."

He got the effect he wanted-Kate's eyes widened.

Tristan dialed Jimmy's number again and gave the phone to Kate. She didn't hang up this time.

After two beeps, the call went through. Jimmy's voice sounded. "Kate?"

"Hey. It's me."

Kate wanted to lift up the quilt and get off the bed, but Tristan grabbed her wrist.

She turned back to see Tristan's mouth, pronouncing the word "here" silently.

Kate knew it. She would not be that good-hearted.

"Where have you been these days? I haven't been able to get in touch with you."

Jimmy's voice showed obvious anxiety and concern.

Kate's mouth moved, and she saw Tristan's expression. His face said, I see how you reply to this. She had to harden her heart and said, "I am with my friend."

The word friend sounded awkward.

The one on the other side paused a little and said, "That is OK as long as you are safe. I want to tell you something about Caroline…"

Hearing the name, Kate's breath grew faster.

One foot away behind her, Tristan was sitting with his back against the head of the bed and flipping through a magazine. Kate was afraid that he could hear, but she was eager to know what Jimmy found out. So she covered the phone with her other hand.

Jimmy told Kate what he had found out the past few days. Kate listened attentively. Her heartbeat followed his narration, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat.

It was not from what she heard from the phone, but because of the person beside her, to be precise, it was because of his hand. It came beneath her pajama tops and clung to her b.r.e.a.s.t from behind.

She looked at Tristan in horror, but he looked back like nothing was happening. When his eyes met Kate's, he merely blinked at her.

Kate was dumbfounded. It was weird for a cruel and gloomy person like him to make such a gesture.

And it was scary.

Jimmy said solemnly, "You still don't want to say who those people are? In that case, if your friend is alive or dead, how and why she died can never come to light."

Kate's brain was working.

Not having heard her response, Jimmy called her name twice, "Are you there?"

Her torturer winked at her to ask her to get back to the call. Kate tried in vain to avoid his hands and responded to the phone, but before Jimmy began again, she gave out a sound in pain.

She was pinched on a s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e part of her body without preparation.

Kate put her hand to her mouth.

Jimmy detected something was wrong and asked, "What is the matter with you? Are you OK?"

Kate could not react. Tristan would not stop his hand, and his movements became slow and evil in torturing her poor n.i.p.p.l.e.

She knew he did it on purpose.

Tristan wanted her to be embarrassed and break with Jimmy forever.

This acknowledgment made her feel sorrow. Jimmy choked, and after a while, she said, "Jimmy, can we talk another day?"

"You are busy?" He probably had already guessed something was wrong. This made Kate sad.

"Yes." Her voice sounded like sobbing.

"OK. We will talk another day."

She hung up.

Kate sniffed and forced back tears.

Tristan's hand was still gripping her n.i.p.p.l.e. He asked with his hateful gentleness, "Why did you stop talking? I gave you a chance. You missed it. Don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

Kate didn't reply. She didn't want to speak a word to him. She tried to pull his hand away but failed, which only made her b.r.e.a.s.t hurt more.

"Don't move," Tristan ordered.

His other hand followed and held her other b.r.e.a.s.t as he said, "More even this way."

Kate flew into a rage.

She grabbed a pillow with both hands and beat Tristan on the face, cursing him. "Morbid bastard! Son of bitch! Beast!"

Tristan didn't expect the sudden outbreak of violence from this lamb. His two hands were occupied, and he received the beating.

However, her weapon of choice was weak in lethality.

Tristan took back his hand and reacted. He grabbed the pillow from her hands and threw it away. Then he jumped up like a leopard and pressed his body against hers, staring at her with furious eyes and said insidiously, "How dare you? You want to start a war?"

Kate had just used all her strength, and she was breathing heavily. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts moved up and down.

Tristan's attention was drawn.

After they struggled for a while, her top was pulled down, and part of her c.h.e.s.t was exposed. Her creamy skin was shining under the light. Tristan was distracted by it. It reminded him of a boiled egg with the shell peeled.

He swallowed. His hands had reached to her subconsciously to pull her clothes open. The two places where he had pinched were reddened and looked appealing.

Kate felt ashamed and furious at being insulted this way. She beat him wildly. After a while, she felt something hot was poking her belly. She looked down suspiciously.

Kate looked at the lower part of his robe. It bulged against the fabric. She stared at it for a few seconds, and then she blushed and said, "Sickening!"

She used all her strength to push him away and crawled to the edge of the bed.

Tristan cursed inside. Shit. He had not had this kind of d.e.s.i.r.e for a very long time but was called sickening for this rare occasion of hunger.

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The bed was big. Kate had just made her way to the edge when her ankle was caught and pulled back.

Her body was held, and this familiar position shocked her.

"Do you want it like this? Like the baboons?" Tristan breathed the hot steam on her ear.

She didn't think about the baboons or chimpanzees. She was reminded of the horrible night. His body against her back was thick, hot, and with a heavier odor than last time.

Kate was fixed where she was by the horror.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Tristan carried her and laid her down.

She wanted to struggle, but he had control over her wrists. Her arms rose beside her head in a position of surrender.

The two pairs of eyes met, and both of them breathed audibly. They seemed strange to each other.

Tristan adjusted her wrists and controlled them on top of her head with one of his hands. He said casually as he always did, "This has to happen, sooner or later. You wanted it. No one to blame."

And then he used one hand to undress her. First, he took off her top and then her pants. Her hip bones, not plump but shapely, and then lower, her long legs with silky skin…

As soon as she was undressed, Tristan decided he wouldn't give himself another moment for hesitation.

He took a deep breath and split her legs. He put himself against the softest place of hers.

There was trembling when their bodies made contact. One was hot, and one was cold; one was hard, and one was soft. Even Tristan, as an old campaigner, exclaimed inside when he experienced the subtle feeling at the moment of contact.

He advanced without hesitation.

Kate scowled. "It hurts!"

"Bear with it."

And then he got through to the bottom. The person beneath him gave a suppressed m.o.a.ning.

The pain accompanied by shame caused a great impact on her. The ugly thing was inside her. It was hot and kept swelling, like a thing that was alive and moving and brought nausea to her stomach.

And then she was overwhelmed with pain.

It hurt when it moved in and hurt even more when it went out. Shit. Kate was furious. She had nowhere to vent her anger, and she started kicking and beating.

Tristan was immersed in a magical experience as he was exploring an unknown v.i.r.g.i.n land. His heart had a surge of excitement, and he felt an indescribable relaxation.

Kate's sudden fighting disturbed his enjoyment, and he grabbed her ankle and warned, "Don't move. The more you move, the more it hurts."

Kate didn't listen to him and kept kicking and scratching like a wild beast.

"Will you stop?" Tristan snapped. She was scared and stopped. Seeing her grinding her teeth with tears in her eyes, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

He lifted her chin and asked, "So, you are justified?"

"I ask you. What did you and the policeman talk about?"

"You forgot the trade? What did I tell you? If you breach the agreement, I will get it back from your families."

"Remember, the more you know, the faster you die."

He got the effect he wanted, Kate stopped moving. Her body relaxed and opened to him. He stopped talking and focused on the movement.

He could feel that she was not in the state, and he put his hand to the place where they joined together and rubbed until it was moist and smooth.

Tristan woke up with the first light of the morning. The curtain wasn't drawn closed at night, and the sun shone on the bed.

Though his energy was consumed and he had slept late, he didn't feel tired. Instead, he felt refreshed and energetic. He thought of what Ed had said about rain after a long drought.

The dew of rain.

He sat by the bed and stared at Kate.

Her body was curled up. Her long hair spread around the pillow. Some sunlight fell on her face, and her soft and tiny hairs were visible.

She looked so young. Her nosed crinkled because a strand of hair fell on it. He picked it up and pushed it to the back of her head.

His fingertip moved to the corner of her mouth and touched it softly. Except for the time in the supermarket, he had not seen her smile.

He had seen her cry many times.

Last night she cried after he finished. He wiped her tears with his hand and touched something sticky. He was annoyed and amused, thinking she found him sickening.

She was sickening herself. Luckily he only used his hand.

After he got dressed and was leaving for work, Tristan went back to the bedroom again. He pulled the curtains closed.

When he was driving on the way, his hand habitually tapped the steering wheel until he could think sensibly. Thinking of last night, he thought it was a little too early. This was not his original plan.

Since he had grown up, self-disciplines had become the most important part of his life. If a person wanted to achieve something, he needed to overcome the weakness he had.

A man could have many weaknesses, a hunger for power and money, for women, for love, etc. If one could not restrain themselves, the things that brought them happiness might run wild and bring them to the mire.

He had seen too many examples of this.

Self-control had become his instinct for years.

Of course, there were exceptions sometimes. But exceptions could not be too often.

The phone vibrated. He gave a glance at the number and curved his lips—another fiery horse.

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