HONEY, Love Me One More Time novel Chapter 97

He deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke the word “lick”, and Louis didn’t hear it clearly. 
“What? What did you say?” Louis asked in confusion.
On the contrary, Estelle heard what Cristofer had said clearly. 
She had never heard him say such words before. In her memory, Cristofer had been very gentle to her and doted on her. Even when she had tantrums without reason, he would hold her in his arms gently and coax her patiently. 
But from his words, she felt his desire for her for the first time that day.
Later, they became increasingly intimate, and sometimes they would be overwhelmed by desire. But when they were about to have sex, Cristofer would restrain himself and say, “Estelle, the more I love you, the more I cherish you. So let’s have our first sex on our wedding night.”
Back then, Estelle felt very happy being together with Cristofer.
However, now thinking about the past, she really regretted being together with him.
“Estelle, what are you thinking about?” Rebecca asked and waved her hand in front of Estelle’s eyes.
Estelle wrenched her mind back to the present and said, “Well, actually, I’m good at cooking. Although I can’t compare with the chefs in the five-star hotels, the food that I cook also tastes good.”
“Really?” Rebecca asked in surprise with her eyes wide open.
“Of course. Why would I lie to you? If you don’t believe me, I’ll cook for you after I’m discharged from here,” Estelle said with a smile.
Rebecca giggled and said happily, “That’s a deal, Estelle. I wish you could leave the hospital as soon as possible. You don’t know how terrible what the doctor said was when you were in the emergency room. Among the people around me, you are the first one who has had cancer at such a young age. I was so scared that my legs felt weak at that time.”
Hearing this, Estelle just nodded. She could probably guess what the doctor had said that day.
She had hidden her cancer from others for a long time before. Now, she finally didn’t have to keep it a secret, and she felt relieved.
‘I have cancer, not an infectious disease. It’s not a big deal that the others know about it.’
“My dear Estelle, you appear to be in much higher spirits lately, and I can’t help but wonder - does this mean that your condition is improving? Is it possible that removing the diseased tissue will lead to a full recovery?” Rebecca asked with hopeful concern.
Estelle smiled bitterly and said, “I don’t know.”
“The doctor said that some cancer patients might never relapse after the surgery while some would relapse not long after that,” Rebecca said with a depressed look and held Estelle’s hand. “Estelle, I feel as if you have a time bomb in your body, and no one knows when it will explode.”
‘This metaphor is quite appropriate,’ Estelle thought.
“Then I hope this time bomb won’t explode. If it is doomed to explode, I hope it will happen after I get my daughter back,” she gently responded.
At the mention of this, Rebecca thought of something and bit her lip with a hesitant look, wishing to speak but stopping on second thought.
“What’s wrong?” Estelle asked.
“Estelle,” Rebecca heaved a deep sigh. “Cristofer has been waiting for you downstairs for about half a month. Every day when I came here, I would see him downstairs, and he would ask me about your condition.”
When Estelle heard this, her face remained expressionless. The next moment, she lowered her head and asked, “Then how did you reply to him?”
“Every time I saw him, I would get angry. You wouldn’t have been like this if it weren’t for him. I said to him that as long as he saw me come here, it meant that you were still alive. And I told him not to ask me about your condition again and again anymore.”
“I see,” Estelle smiled and nodded slightly.
Rebecca grasps her hand, “He is much thinner than before and looks pitiful. When I see him, I can’t help but pity him. But when I think of what he has done to you before, I feel angry and think that he’s unworthy of my sympathy. Such a mixture of feelings makes me feel tortured every day. It’s so annoying.”
Estelle took a deep breath and said, “When you see him later, tell him to live his own life and not to come here again.”
“I’ve told him not to come, but he didn’t listen to me at all and insisted on waiting for you in the hospital,” Rebecca pouted. “Humph. Forget it. Just let him wait if he wants. You may take it as his atonement for what he has done to you.”
Estelle patted Rebecca’s hands gently, “But what I want now is not his atonement for anything. I just want to live a peaceful life.”
Suddenly, her phone rang.
Seeing that it was James who was calling, she picked up the phone. “Hi, Mr. Harris.”
“Your voice sounds energetic. It seems that you are recovering well. Yohan has been asking me when he can talk to you on the phone these days. Is it convenient for you to talk to him today?”
Estelle asked, “Are you still in Ameris?”
“No. I will help you with the divorce procedures, so I’ve been back in Hadale,” James answered.
“Then Yohan...”
Before Estelle finished her words, James said helplessly, “Yohan is brilliant. He guessed I would come back to see you, so he wanted to return with me. He actually secretly hid in my suitcase. Fortunately, I found it in time, or he would be checked all the way through to Hadale as luggage.”
Upon hearing this, Estelle couldn’t contain her amusement and let out a light-hearted chuckle before saying, “Oh, don’t be too hard on him. Boys will be boys, after all. Another thing, Yohan had been struggling with his health before, so it’s no wonder he was more subdued in his behaviour.” Now he is in good health, he naturally becomes lively and naughty. It must be very tiring to take care of him. Mr. Harris, thank you very much.”
James then thought of something and said with displeasure, “By the way, Cristofer said that he already knew that Yohan was his son. My efforts to tamper with the paternity test results are all in vain.”
Estelle was stunned. “I... I didn’t tell him about it.”
“That’s so strange. How did he know that? I knew that his assistant had come to Ameris to do the paternity tests secretly, so I tampered with the results. The reports that he got all showed that Cristofer and Yohan were unrelated by blood,” James stated.
“Estelle, he knew that from your recordings,” Rebecca informed her. 
James, who heard her words on the other end of the line, asked, “Recording? What recording?”
Estelle was also confused and said, “I recorded what I wanted to say to Yohan and saved them in several U disks before. And I’ve sent them to you. Didn’t you receive them?”
“No, I’ve never received any packages from you,” James said deeply.