A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate regretted that she brought this up during dinner. She should have mentioned it after Tristan finished eating. It spoiled his appetite.

Her finger was now empty. She thought it was good that she didn’t have to take the ring off when washing dishes, as she always worried about losing it.

This expensive thing was not suitable for her at all.

Kate took her Time washing the dishes and cleaning the counter and table, not neglecting a small space and acting like the slow motion in a movie.

Looking at the dustless and shining ovens, new and bright cupboards, and other facilities in the kitchen, Kate sighed. She liked cooking and just started to like this kitchen. She opened the drawers and appreciated the knives and forks that were placed inside an orderly.

Until she heard the blaming, “Still not finished? Don’t dawdle over these things.”

She didn’t turn back but just pushed the drawer closed.

And she heard him say, “Time for a walk. Let’s go.”

Tristan had put on his coat, and Kate was urged to get upstairs to change clothes. And she was also reminded that it was cold outside and a thicker coat would be better. And then they walked out of the house silently.

It was windy outside.

Kate pulled her scarf higher. She could not risk catching a cold.

Seeing her pale fingers outside of her sleeves, Tristan frowned and said in a harsh tone, “Why not wear gloves?

“I forgot.”

His hand soon covered hers—the warmth transmitted from his palm to her hand and then to her heart.

It was windy, but the wind wasn’t strong enough to make big waves on the sea. Waves rhythmically crashed on the beach. The sea looked profound and vast. It had a beauty and tolerance of ages.

Tristan and Kate’s paces matched each other’s steps as they walked along the coastline.

After some time, Kate slowed down and kicked her shoe against the ground. There was a stone stuck in the sole that made her foot feel uncomfortable.

When she was going to bend down to get it off, Tristan stopped her. He knelt down and put one of her hands on his shoulder. Then he took off her shoe and took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and lifted her foot to step on the handkerchief. His action was so bossy that she could not refuse.

He then fought with the stone to get it out of the groove of the sole. The boots were designed to prevent slipping, and the grooves were deep. The stone fit in tightly.

There was another way to get it out, but Tristan insisted on using his hand. So he struggled with the stone like a clumsy kid or a one-track-minded man.

Kate looked down at his thick short hair and the trimmed hair closed to his neck. It was the first time she had seen him from this angle. Her eyes suddenly felt sore and swollen. She quickly wiped her eyes before he stood up.

Tristan finally removed the mineral invader and clapped his hands. Before he put her shoe on her foot, he squeezed it as if to check if she was cold. When she got the boot back on, the fur inside the boot gave her warmth that reached her heart.

Tristan didn’t stand up immediately. He was still kneeling, holding Kate’s hand. She looked at him in puzzlement and heard him said word by word. “It has been almost two years since we first met.”

“And a year since we lived together.”

“I cannot let it go.”

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Her heart shivered.

Tristan took out the ring from his pocket and gently put it on Kate’s finger again.

And he still wore the ring on his finger. It looked the same way she put it on for him clumsily. He looked at her, and his voice was soft but solemn as if he was vowing at the wedding, “I can only marry the mother of my child.”

And then he kissed her on the back of her hand.

Kate felt like she was being shot. She shivered, and tears surged to her eyes.

“Tristan, I…”

“You only need to say you do or you do not.” His mild voice interrupted her.

She seemed to lose her ability to speak, and only ceaseless tears came out from her eyes. Tristan covered her cheeks with his hands and said, “If you don’t say anything, I will take it as you do.”

Her tears came out more quickly as a flood washed his hands. His warm and dry palms absorbed her tears.

After a long moment, he saw her smile through her tears.

Tristan moved away from his hands and saw the dimples on her cheeks.

They were small pits, so shallow, but deep enough for him to drown in.

He bent his head to kiss one of these pits and licked it with the tip of his tongue. And then he moved his lips slowly and covered her lips.

His woman’s body trembled a little, and she lifted her arms to his neck.

Tristan was encouraged and held her waist that was no longer slim. His tongue dug in her mouth and tangled with hers, invading aggressively.