Chapter 231 - 34: What Did You Find?

Their conversation that night ended with Kate's yawning.

And the next morning, Tristan had returned to his normal state. Not a trace of sadness. Kate sort of understood that some things only happened in darkness. In the daytime, the spell would lose its power. They would return to playing their roles as usual.

A few months passed, but Kate still could not adapt to her new role. After seeing that photo, she drew the conclusion that it was all because of her dimples. The character of appearance, meaningless to herself, had caused her a lot of unnecessary trouble.

She could not give up hope. Besides, there was rage inside of her too.

Jessie said it was difficult to make a person like you, but it was easy to make him dislike you.

As Kate made up her mind, she put the plan as the first priority. She was afraid she was not smart enough, so she listed a detailed plan day by day in a notebook. This would make the plan look more natural and avoid giving herself away. She checked the items she had done at the end of the day before going to bed to pump herself up and as well as celebrate.

The plan today was shopping.

She picked half a dozen shirts and ties with unique colors at the men's clothing department. When she swiped the bankcard and signed the bill, she was exhilarated. However, as soon as she walked out of that section of the mall, she met someone.

The person she didn't want to see most. Or it should be said the person she had the most contradictory feeling with, so contradictory that her heart hurt.

There was a young girl beside Jimmy. She had a pixie haircut, with a dark green motorcycle jacket and jeans. She looked smart and stylish.

Jimmy's eyes swept from Kate's face to the shopping bags she carried and then back to her face again, "Fancy meeting you."

Kate stammered, "I…You come shopping too?"

Jimmy nodded and saw her looking at the person beside him; he introduced her, "This is a colleague from my team, Sergeant Lenham, Claire Lenham. Claire, this is Kate, Kate White."

The girl's eyes brightened, and she said, "You are Kate? I have heard of you…"

Jimmy coughed, and the girl stopped immediately. Kate caught sight of their tacit understanding, and her heart sank. She forced a smile and said, "You go ahead shopping. I have to go now."

Jimmy followed her away with his eyes until she disappeared in the elevator. He heard Claire say, "She doesn't look like that kind of person."

"What kind of person?" Jimmy drew back his attention.

"Materialistic and pursuing vanity."

"Who said she is materialistic and pursuing vanity? Use your energy in gossiping at work. You are a policeman, not a tabloid journalist."

He was irritated suddenly and scolded her for a long while. Claire pouted from his unreasonable loss of temper.

When they got to the woman's clothing floor, Jimmy's phone rang. He took it out and walked away to listen, "Hello, Aunty…What? What did you find?" His face turned serious as he heard.

After he hung up, he turned to Claire and said, "I have something urgent to attend to. You pick one for me." And he took a bank card from his wallet, "The password is my birthday in reverse."

Claire opened her eyes widely, "Seriously? It is your mother's birthday gift. How can I know what size she wears?"

"I don't know either." Jimmy had already reached the escalator, "Or maybe buy it another day."

Claire stamped her feet. What a son! It would be his mother's birthday the day after tomorrow. He needed to send it by expedited courier if he wanted it to arrive in time.

The mother should be so pissed to have such a heartless son. Claire burst into laughter when she played the movie in her mind.

She turned back to the windows and saw a model with the new arrival of spring clothing. A smart, black jacket. It should look great on Jimmy.

Jimmy ran down the escalators. When he got to the first floor and walked out of the revolving door, he looked around. He didn't see the familiar figure.

She must have left. Jimmy pursed his lips in disappointment and then headed to the parking lot. He had something more important to do. Even if he met her again, what could he say? How are you doing?

Looking at her clothing, he could see that she had a wealthy life. And she bought clothes for that man. How sweet it was…

The sun was bright, but the sunlight could not shine into his heart. Jimmy's heart was covered with dark clouds and shadows. He stood by his car, seeing the people come in and out for a while before he got into his car.

Out of his eyeshot, Kate stood by the roadside at a loss.

She didn't know how she got out of the mall. The sunlight stung her eyes. She was just encouraged by her plan. The meeting with Jimmy and the way he looked at her made her heart sink to the bottom of the ocean.

Sitting in the cab on the way back, Kate no longer felt the spirit she had when she came here. Even if she successfully left Tristan, she could not go back to the past.

She never dreamed of time-reversal like in a film, but now seeing the scene going backward in the cab, she suddenly thought how wonderful it would be if the cab could take her to one year ago or even half a year ago.

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Tristan saw half a dozen colorful shirts among the row of dark and white shirts when he was picking the clothes for tomorrow in his closet. He frowned.

Kate, who passed by, explained in time, "I bought these for you. Your clothes are too dark and dull."

So she bought him a red one? And even one with a gold line?

Tristan cursed inside but said calmly, "Don't bother to buy things for me. You just shop for yourself."

"I bought quite a few too." Kate lifted one to his face and said showily, "Is it nice?"

Nice. Quite a match for the red shirt. Tristan commented inside and said without change of expression, "All outerwear?"

Kate nodded and heard him say, "Buy some u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r for yourself next time."

"Better with leopard print. I like those."

Tristan glimpsed her, bit her lips, then put the clothes back, and walked away.

Tristan laughed lightly. He picked the few colorful shirts he wanted to toss it away, but on second thought, he put them back on one side of his closet.

In the bedroom, Kate was sitting at the dresser and combing her hair absent-mindedly. Later she detected Tristan was looking at her from behind and that the way he looked was a little different than usual. It was a sign of something.

Her heart started to beat faster.

She took her time getting to bed. As soon as she was in bed, she was pulled by his arm and kissed on the forehead and nose, and he even sniffed the smell of her hair.

Feeling her body stiff, he said, "How many times have we done it? Still scared?"

She could not help feeling scared. It was lucky that the frequency of having s.e.x was not so high for the past few months she lived here.

But probably because the impact of the first time was so big and horrible that her body rejected it automatically. Every time she had to experience it, she was like facing a formidable enemy.

Tristan's body was covering hers. With one hand supporting him, he bent down to kiss her neck and reached his other hand between her legs. His hand stroked her through the fabric.

Hearing his breath grew heavier, Kate swallowed and asked him to stop suddenly. She turned and opened the drawer of the nightstand, took out a pack with boxes of c.o.n.d.o.ms.

"You bought them?" Tristan raised his eyebrows.

She nodded and arranged them on the bed, said, "I don't know your size. I bought from small to extra large, one pack a size. You try one by one to see which size is appropriate?"

Tristan's face darkened. Try one by one? Who did she think he was? He picked one large pack and threw the others to the floor.

Knowing what he would do next, Kate put her hand to her eyes.

And then she heard some strange noise and felt the hot body get closer and the hotter part reaches her t.h.i.g.h. The thin rubber film couldn't stop the heat from getting to her. Instead, the unfamiliar feeling due to the object made her even scared. At the last moment, she cried out again, "Wait."

Tristan said impatiently, "What is it this time?"

"I need to go to the toilet."

His d.e.s.i.r.e was burning, and he was going to burst, so he said, "Hold it."

"No, no, no. I cannot hold it. I would pee in the bed if I did not go."

Tristan had that scene in his mind and felt chilly. He turned and lay aside, "Go. Be quick."

Seeing her taking her time getting out of the bed, he kicked her on the b.u.t.t gently and urged, "Speed up."

Shit. This hateful girl kept torturing him. He would have a problem with this.

Kate spent a lot of time in the bathroom on purpose. She thought of the ad about medicine for frequent and urgent urination and laughed silently. When she got out of the bathroom, she was surprised to see that that man wasn't in bed.

Nobody else was in the bedroom.

She walked out of the bedroom. Nobody was in the living room. And his study was in darkness. She was curious. Where could he be? Still, wearing that c.o.n.d.o.m?

Then she found her study had a light on.

She pushed the door open and saw he was sitting at her desk. His face was dark, and luckily he was dressed in pajamas. He lifted up her notebook and asked solemnly, "What is this?"