A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

After she got back to the bedroom, Tristan was sleeping soundly. Kate left a note on the stand and changed her clothes. She called the driver to get the car ready.

Tristan’s mother did not look as spiritual as the last time she saw her. Her cheeks were a little hollow.

The nurse explained that she had the flu lately and just recovered a couple of days ago.

Kate asked, “Does he know?”

“Mr. Fox came to see her twice. Aunty asked about you, but he told her that you could not risk being infected.”

Tristan’s mother said gloomily, “I am fine now. It is too stuffy here. I want to go out.”

After getting permission from the nurse, the old lady dragged Kate to help her pick clothes from the wardrobe and got dressed up cheerfully.

Kate asked the driver to take them to a pedestrian street where there were restaurants, cafés, and boutiques.

The two of them sat at a table by the window and watched people walking past in a hurry. They were enjoying tea and delicate Chinese dim sum.

Watching the old lady struggling to transport a beef ball to her mouth with chopsticks, she understood why Tristan’s mother liked her. And she could not reject her friendship. They were alike.

Thinking of Tristan, who was probably still in bed, and the things she had found in his apartment, Kate sighed and concluded that it was not so bad for her mother to change to what she was now.

It was only he who had become lonelier.

Tristan had lost the two women most important to him in his life. The two people who could have a good influence on him. So he walked farther and farther away on that road.

“What are you thinking?” Tristan’s mother asked.

Kate had an illusion for a moment that the person in front of her had resumed her senses, but looking at her eyes again, she knew it was not true.

She smiled and said, “I am thinking about where we should go to have fun after this.”

Tristan’s mother finished the food on her plate hastily and said, “Let’s go.”

Kate had been in this city for four years, but she knew little about places to have fun. Today she had special company and felt the impulse to have fun too.

They shopped in the boutiques, and soon Kate had several bags in her hand. Tristan’s mother had a cotton candy bar in her hand and smiled cheerfully.

They passed a photo studio and were attracted by the decoration outside. There were a few black and white artistic photos hung on the brick wall. The nostalgic door had a bell, and when one pushed the door, the bell rang.

The inside decoration was also antique, and even the camera was the kind from fifty years ago, with a cloth covering the photographic plate. The scenery and props and even a wooden horse rocking chair were the same as she had seen in the old movies.

The photographer asked the women what kind of theme they want to have. Tristan’s mother said they had to wait for the gentleman she saw last time. Kate had to call Tristan.

The old lady touched everything in the shop with curiosity and called Kate, “Kate, come to see this…”

Kate was surprised, “You remember my name?”

She nodded.

They waited for half an hour, and through the window, they saw someone walking close. Tristan wore a black coat over a white shirt, looking more casual and genial than he usually was. After a good night’s sleep, he was spiritual again.

Kate asked Tristan’s mother, “Do you know his name?”

Tristan’s mother looked at him bewilderedly.

The bell dinged, and the door was opened. Kate told her in a low voice, “His name is Tristan.”

“Tristan.” The old lady repeated.

Tristan just walked in to hear her calling. He paused, and happiness flashed in his eyes. Complicated emotions surged up and faded away.

He walked to his mother and hugged her, “Mom.”

His mother was uncomfortable with his tight hug and looked to Kate for help.

Kate had tears in her eyes and nodded and smiled at her.

The old lady felt assured and raised her hand to hug and pat the back of the big guy.

The photographer said, “I thought you were mother and daughter. It is rare for mother-in-law and daughter-in-law to be best friends.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

The two people embracing seemed not to hear what he said.

When Tristan released his mother, the photographer asked if they were ready.

The assistant pulled out a scenery board of beach and coconut trees and then moved an outdoor bench to place in front of it. The three sat on the bench and were ordered by the photographer to move their heads and hands and make their expressions more natural.

Kate was amused by Tristan’s awkward expression when the photographer ordered him to smile more naturally.

The photographer had already put his head under the cloth and shouted, “One, two, say cheese.”

Her hand was grabbed when the photographer shouted two.

A sudden flash was accompanied by smoke, and they got the shot.