Smelling an awful scent from Sean’s body, Estelle felt sick and wanted to vomit. Cristofer, who also smelled it, couldn’t help but frown and asked, “Mr. Riemelt, what happened to you? The smell on your body is not pleasant.”
Hearing this, Sean was stunned and immediately sniffed at his sleeve and collar. Then he rubbed his hands with embarrassment and said, “I spilled a bottle of oil on my body when I had fun last night.”
“Oil? Is it essential oil? Why does it smell like this?” Estelle asked in confusion.
Raising his eyebrows, Sean looked at Estelle with great interest and said, “Wow, Mr. Hans, your girlfriend is so pure and innocent that she doesn’t even know what I was talking about. Well, it’s understandable. You look so energetic that you don’t need any oil at all.”
Cristofer then quickly ended the conversation with Sean and took Estelle to receive other guests. The guests, who had offered birthday greetings to Gary, had all gone to the garden to have a buffet. As for Gary, he was tired after talking with so many people and had gone back to his room accompanied by Luke.
After exchanging pleasantries with some other guests, Estelle finally got some time to rest. She hadn’t worn high heels for a long time. Standing in high heels for three hours made her feet hurt, and she couldn’t help but gasp. “I need to have a rest… Ah…”
Before she could finish her words, Cristofer carried her in his arms, which startled her. Considering that so many people were present, she didn’t struggle and said to him in a low voice, “What are you doing? Put me down! I can walk by myself.”
Turning a deaf ear to her words, Cristofer directly carried her to the backyard garden, where there were no people. Walking into the garden, he bent down and settled Estelle on a handmade rattan swing. Then he squatted in front of her, helped her take off her high heels, and put them aside.
Checking on her feet, he said, “Your heels are raw.”
Hearing this, Estelle sighed and said helplessly, “I haven’t worn high heels for a long time, and now I’m not used to it.”
Cristofer then took out a small bag of alcohol prep pads from his pocket and knelt on one knee. Putting her feet on the other of his knees, he carefully and gently wiped her heels to disinfect them as he said, “I remember that you used to love wearing high heels, and your shoe cabinet was full of them.”
Feeling uneasy, Estelle tried to withdraw her feet, but Cristofer quickly pressed them to stop her and said with a frown, “Don’t move.”
“I’m fine,” Estelle said quickly.
“In the past, every time we dated before, you would wear high heels to make yourself look more beautiful, but your heels would be rubbed raw, and your feet would hurt. And I would deal with the wound for you and carry you back home.”
When Estelle heard him suddenly mention the past, her heart skipped a beat. With an embarrassed look, she said, “It’s all in the past. At that time, I was still a girl who loved to dress myself up. So, I would certainly wear my beautiful dress and high heels to make myself look good when hanging out with you.”
“You were particular about your appearance back then.”
“Yes, when I was living a carefree life and was loved by so many people, all I thought about in my spare time was how to make myself more beautiful. But later, my happy life was destroyed, and I had to think about how to earn money and raise my children,” Estelle recalled and smiled bitterly.
Cristofer’s hands froze, and he didn’t know what to say.
Estelle then continued, “I didn’t like to wear sneakers before, but now I feel that it’s comfortable and convenient to wear them.”
Hearing this, Cristofer nodded with mixed feelings.
Looking at Cristofer, she thought of many things about their past. In the past, Cristofer could always buy shoes that fit her perfectly. And he always bought her floral dresses. Knowing that she often suffered from hypoglycemia, he took star-shaped candies with him every day.
“If only I hadn’t grown up,” Estelle sighed and said, “I was so happy when I was in my youth. If time had stopped before I grew up, my father wouldn’t have died, and my mother wouldn’t have suffered so much. And…”
“And I wouldn’t have been blinded by hatred and misunderstood you. And we wouldn’t have broken up,” Cristofer said, “Estelle, can’t we really be back together?”
“It’s easier said than done. I just can’t forget about the painful past between us.”
Bang!
The sound of a flower pot falling on the ground interrupted their conversation. Cristofer stood up, narrowed his eyes, and looked in the direction where the sound came from. He shouted warily, “Who’s there? Come out!”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I drank too much and just wanted to get some fresh air to sober up. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop,” A man said as he walked out from behind the flowerpot shelf.
‘Jimmy?! Why is he here?’ Seeing Jimmy, Estelle became vigilant at once. Regardless of the pain in her heels, she put on her high heels and stood up, holding Cristofer’s arm tightly.
“Did I scare you, Mrs. Hans? I’m so sorry,” Jimmy said as he looked at him with an evil leer, “The last time I saw you, you were very bold. Why did you suddenly become so timid today?”
Turning his head, Cristofer gave Estelle a reassuring look and then patted her hand gently, signaling to her not to be afraid.
Seeing Cristofer’s reaction, Jimmy thought Cristofer had begun to doubt Estelle after hearing his words. Then he quickly said, “Mr. Hans, I’m an old friend of Mrs. Hans’ uncle. A few days ago, I happened to meet Mrs. Hans when she went to visit her uncle. But I was so clumsy with my words that I accidentally said something that irritated Mrs. Hans and made her want to fight with me. As a gentleman, I certainly wouldn’t do anything to her. But a young man suddenly showed up to protect her and beat me violently. He has beaten me up twice for the sake of your wife.”
Cristofer didn’t say anything and just looked at him blankly as if looking at a fool.
Seeing Cristofer silent, Jimmy continued, “Later, that young man and Mrs. Hans left by motorcycle. Mrs. Hans wrapped her arms around his waist, and the two of them were so intimate! Mr. Hans, do you know who that man is?”