HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 209: You Must Be Tired

With her heart beating faster, Estelle fixed her eyes on the man before her, not knowing whether he was Mr. Mysterious or Cristofer. His expressions, such as the frown on his face when he spoke and his manners, were typical of Mr. Mysterious, but strangely, he was wearing the same clothes as Cristofer. Justin had been in the business world for many years, after all, so he could always react quickly in any circumstance. He was a little surprised when seeing Estelle but regained his composure soon. Then he turned around and said to Cristofer with a smile, “Who will explain this to her, you or me?” Cristofer quickly put the notebook back into his pocket. When his eyes met Justin’s, the two of them quickly exchanged glances and smiled bitterly at each other simultaneously. “Thank you for driving Estelle back home today. I’ll give you the money for the clothes later.” Justin burst into laughter and said in a joking tone, “Such a set of clothes is expensive and hard to get. Please pay double for it.” “Okay, no problem,” Cristofer said. Justin turned around and said to Estelle, “Miss Hudson, I’ve got to go now. Bye.” After saying that, he got into the car and drove away quickly. Cristofer watched the car until it was out of sight. “Sir?” Estelle called him with her tone full of doubt. With a gentle smile, “Mr. Mysterious” nodded, walked up to her, and said, “You can’t identify me from Cristofer?” “I can. I recognized you as soon as you spoke just now. But... Why did you ask Mr. Roberts to buy this set of clothes for you?” Estelle was confused. “To help you.” “Help me?” “Yes. Let’s go back first,” Mr. Mysterious said as he gently held her waist and helped her get into the car. After fastening the seat belt for her, he got into the driver’s seat and slowly drove back to RoseProperty © NôvelDrama.Org.

Garden. “Estelle, didn’t you say that you want to take revenge? Just as I have said before, no matter what you want to do, I will help you,” Mr. Mysterious said while driving. Still, with doubt in her mind, Estelle turned her head to look at him warily. The man next to him had broad shoulders and sharp eyes. He was considerate and gentle. When he spoke, his voice sounded husky and soothing. ‘He is Mr. Mysterious. He is completely different from Cristofer in every aspect except for his appearance,’ Estelle made a conclusion in her heart. Gradually relaxing her vigilance, she nodded gently and said, “I must seek justice for my father! I won’t let go of Gretchen, Melody, and York. After I divorce Cristofer, I will join the Hudson Group as a shareholder. Although the shares I have are not enough to defeat York, I can make sure that I will enter the board of directors.” “So, you are going to divorce Cristofer like this?” Mr. Mysterious asked her. Estelle turned to him and asked in confusion, “Sir, what do you mean?” “I mean, Hans International Corporation currently holds a market value of several hundred million dollars, and it is considered community property. Both of you can divide his shares equally, fifty- fifty,” Cristofer suggested. “I don’t want it,” Estelle said. “I don’t want to have anything to do with him anymore.” “But I will get it for you.” “You?” “Yes, that’s why I asked Justin to buy the clothes.” Estelle exclaimed, “You... You disguise yourself as Cristofer?” “The Hans family owes me. Half of the property of the Hans family should have belonged to me. Now I’m just trying to take it back and give it to you.” Biting her lower lip, Estelle didn’t know what to say. After a long time, she asked, “So, you were busy with this matter today?” “Sort of.” “But I genuinely have no desire for his wealth,” Estelle said with a tinge of sadness. “Mr. Mysterious,

once the divorce proceedings are finalized this Friday, Cristofer will have no connection to me. From there on, I only want to seek justice for my father’s death and ensure that those responsible pay the price. After I complete everything, I long to live a peaceful life with you and our children.” “I see,” Mr. Mysterious said in a gentle voice with mixed feelings. Estelle then said with a bitter smile, “Sir, I met Cristofer today.” “You met him?” “I went to see my mother and met him at the gate of the hospital.” While driving slowly into the underground garage of Rose Garden, Mr. Mysterious asked in a deliberately relaxed tone, “What did you talk about?” “We have just discussed the divorce and set a date to go through the legal procedures this Friday,” Estelle clarified. “He must be very regretful.” “Maybe.” “He must be eager to have you back with him.” “Regardless of his regret, it doesn’t change the fact that he has caused me pain before,” Estelle expressed. “We will proceed with the divorce, and he can finally marry Gretchen as he desires. They will soon have a baby together, fulfilling his long-held expectations. He has obtained everything he wants, and I simply hope to make a clean break from him.” “But at that time, he didn’t know that the culprits of the car accident were Gretchen and her mother. He hurt you because he was deceived by Gretchen and blinded by hatred,” Mr. Mysterious said. Hearing this, Estelle’s expression grew slightly painful, and she spoke with a hint of disappointment, “I am not disappointed in him because he fell in love with Gretchen or took her side. It’s because he never believed in me. The loss of his parents deeply affected him, and during that time, circumstances seemed to suggest that I orchestrated the car accident that took their lives. I had hoped that he would believe in my innocence, but he didn’t. My soon-to-be ex-husband, the man I have loved for so many years, has never truly believed in me. It’s a profoundly sad realization.” While Estelle was speaking, Mr. Mysterious was silent. After parking the car, he rubbed his temples wearily.

Seeing this, Estelle said in a soft voice, “You must be tired. Let’s go home. I’ll cook for you tonight.” Mr. Mysterious smiled, leaned over, and kissed her on the lips. “Just let Mrs. Moorsum cook.” “Don’t you like the food I cook?” “Yes, I like it. But I’m afraid of it.” “Really?” “Yes,” Mr. Mysterious said, gazing at her with tenderness. He gently held her chin with his fingers and looked at her soft lips. “Estelle, sometimes, habits are a terrible thing. When one is used to happiness, he will take it for granted and may not cherish it. Then when he loses it, he will be overwhelmed with grief, breakdown, and may even become another person.”