HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 189: Do You Love Him?

Thinking about this question, Cristofer suddenly felt that the bar was stuffy, and he felt suffocated. Then he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt to make himself breathe more easily and said with a sad smile, “Maybe I would still hate Estelle, but in that case, I would have a second personality earlier.” ‘If Mr. Mysterious had appeared six years ago, he would have intervened to assist and safeguard Estelle when I caused her harm. Perhaps then, I wouldn’t have broken Estelle’s heart, and we could have reconciled our relationship.’ Cristofer thought. ‘As the saying goes, it’s no use crying over spilled milk. I’ve done too many wrong things, and I have to bear the consequences.’ Thinking about this, Cristofer sighed again. Before leaving, Justin finally spoke out the words that he had long wanted to say, “Cristofer, I hate to be blunt, but you really have to be mentally prepared. Many things may give your real identity away. Estelle will know you are Mr. Mysterious sooner or later.” Without saying anything, Cristofer raised his head and looked at the sky. It was already dawn, and the clouds looked like golden sunlight had rimmed them. “I know. I’ll play it by ear,” he said in a low voice. **** Standing at the door of the bar, Cristofer looked at the sky for a long time. Suddenly, one of his two mobile phones rang. It was Estelle calling. “Hello?” Cristofer said in a hoarse voice. "…" “Estelle?” “Who are you?” Estelle doubtfully asked when hearing his voice. “Estelle, what’s the matter?” Cristofer was confused. “Sir? Sir, is that you?” Estelle asked. “Why is it you who answered the phone?” Hearing this, Cristofer took a look at his phone with a puzzled look. The next moment, he was stunned, realizing the person Estelle called was Cristofer, not Mr. Mysterious.

At this moment, he should speak with his own voice rather than Mr. Mysterious’. However, his voice sounded hoarse because he had just smoked in the bar. In a fluster, Cristofer immediately covered the mouthpiece. Then he cleared his throat and adjusted his voice to make it sound clearer and loud. After that, he took a deep breath and uncovered the mouthpiece. Before he could say anything, Estelle’s voice came from the other end of the line again. “Who are you on earth? Why don’t you speak?” “Estelle, I’m Cristofer,” Cristofer said in a clear voice. After a few seconds of silence, Estelle asked with suspicion, “Are you really Cristofer?” “Of course. Who else could I be if I’m not Cristofer?” Cristofer said. “What’s wrong with you? Did you call the wrong person? Don’t tell me that you wanted to call your new lover but dialed my number by mistake.” “No, I didn’t call the wrong person,” Estelle said. “I just want to remind you that the cooling-off period will end soon. I hope you can manage your time properly and free up enough time for the divorce procedures. Don’t stand me up like what you did last time. If we can’t get divorced this time, we’ll have to wait for another thirty days. I don’t want to waste time on this matter anymore. And I believe Gretchen also hopes you can get divorced as soon as possible.” “You called me just to remind me about this?” Cristofer asked. “Yes. I have nothing to do with you now. There is no need for us to contact each other except to talk about the divorce procedure,” Estelle said. Cristofer took a deep breath and called her, “Star...” “Mr. Hans, it’s inappropriate for you to address me this way. Please call me Miss Hudson from now on,” Estelle reminded him. “So, only Mr. Mysterious can call you by your nickname in the future?” “It’s none of your business.” “You... Do you love him?” Estelle sighed and said, “Cristofer, whether I love him or not is my own business. I hope we can keep our distance. I appreciate that you didn’t fight me for custody of the children. You said youContent property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

wanted to compensate me. To be honest, I don’t want anything else from you. For me, the custody of the children is the best compensation.” Estelle was so calm when she spoke; her tone had no emotion as if she were talking to a stranger. After a brief pause, she continued, “Mr. Mysterious is assisting me in investigating the car accident. I am determined to prove my innocence and my father’s. Moreover, I am committed to returning the Hans family’s properties to you. I assure you, I will not break my promise.” “Got it,” Cristofer said in a low voice. “It’s good that we can reach an agreement on this matter. Do you have anything else to talk to me about?” Estelle asked. “No.” “Okay. Don’t forget to take your papers with you that day. And please be punctual. The sooner we free ourselves from our failed marriage, the better. That’s all. I’ll hang up.” “Hold on. Star.” “Cristofer, please don’t address me like this.” Feeling a lump in his throat, Cristofer smiled bitterly and said, “Sorry. This is the last time I will call you by your nickname. I won’t call you like this again.” “It’s alright,” Estelle sighed and replied. “So, what did you want me to wait for? Is there something you want to tell me?” “No. I just want to call your nickname again.” Estelle was appalled. “I’ve said everything I needed to say. You can end the call first,” Cristofer stated, feigning a sense of relaxation in his voice. Estelle still didn’t say anything. Nor did she hang up the phone. Both of them were silent and could even hear each other’s breaths. Cristofer heard Estelle sniff on the other end of the line a few minutes later. Then the next second, Estelle hung up the phone. After that, Cristofer slowly moved his phone away from his ear, filled with a sense of loss. He thought, ‘As Cristofer, I lost Estelle forever. Fortunately, I can still be with her as Mr. Mysterious.’

At this time, his other phone, which was also Mr. Mysterious’ phone, suddenly rang. It was Mrs. Moorsum calling. Cristofer lit a cigarette in a hurry without answering the phone and drew heavily on it several times. The smoke irritated his throat and made him cough violently. After ensuring his voice was hoarse enough, he called Mrs. Moorsum back. “Hi, Mrs. Moorsum. What’s the matter? I was busy with my work just now and didn’t hear the call.” Mrs. Moorsum said worriedly, “Mr. Mysterious, Miss Hudson just called someone and locked himself in the room after hanging up the phone. Did something happen to her mother? She is crying sadly. I’m worried about her, but I don’t dare to disturb her.”