HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 117: Can I Still Call You Sir?

Biting her lip nervously, Gretchen didn’t know what to say. If she told Cristofer that to marry him, she pretended to be pregnant, and that she pretended to miscarry to frame Estelle up, she would be doomed. But if she didn’t tell him the truth, she was afraid that Cristofer would lose his mind and do something to her. Just then, her phone rang and broke the tense atmosphere. Gretchen breathed a sigh of relief, quickly walked aside, and answered the phone. “Hello, this is Gretchen.” “Hi, Gretchen. This is Frank. Sorry to bother you so late.” Frank? At the thought that Frank had told Cristofer about her changing shifts with him before, Gretchen felt a sudden surge of anger and asked coldly, “What’s up?” “Well, when you worked in the 4S shop, you were responsible for the after-sales service and maintenance of the cars of Mr. Hans’ family. Where did you put the maintenance records of the cars?” Gretchen frowned slightly and asked, “What do you want the records for?” “Mr. Hans wants to reinvestigate the car accident six years ago but couldn’t find the cars. I remember that our store would keep maintenance records of the customers’ cars so I want to find the records for him. Maybe they’ll be helpful. After all, he is our big client and your husband. So I hope I can help him.” Gretchen felt nervous hearing this and immediately said, “I lost the records.” Frank was stunned. “You lost them?! You were always very meticulous at work. How could you lose such an important thing?” “I lost them by accident. So what?” Gretchen couldn’t help raising her voice and said snappishly. “I see. I see. I didn’t blame you. Why are you so emotional?” Frank asked. “I’m not emotional,” Gretchen took a deep breath and said, “Forget it. Frank, Cristofer reinvestigates the accident because he still can’t accept the fact that his parents died in the accident. But the police have confirmed that the car accident was caused by drunk driving and had nothing to do with

the cars. This is a fact. Even if you find the maintenance records for Cristofer, he can’t find anything.” Hearing this, Frank felt that her attitude was a little strange, and he said, “Gretchen, you don’t seem to want Mr. Hans to investigate the car accident.” “What do you mean? Don’t talk nonsense,” Gretchen immediately said, with a hint of chagrin in her tone. “Gretchen, I remember you were very gentle and had a good temper before. Why are you so irritable at the mention of this matter? Are you pregnant? I heard that women tend to be irritable during pregnancy.” Pregnant? Hearing that, Gretchen immediately softened her tone and said, “Yes, I’m pregnant. So I don’t want to talk about such a sad thing. I’m sorry, Frank. I shouldn’t show a bad attitude towards you. I’m sorry.” “It’s okay. It’s normal for you to have mood swings during pregnancy,” Frank said gently. “Frank, could you please stop investigating the accident? Just tell Cristofer you can’t help him. I really can’t hear about anything like this, or I’ll get mad. Besides, the doctor said that the fetus is not in good condition and I may have a miscarriage if I can’t keep emotionally stable,” Gretchen said as her voice became weaker and weaker. She deliberately lowered her voice for fear that Cristofer heard her. And on the other hand, she knew that Frank would soften his attitude towards her if she pretended to be weak and pitiful. Actually, Frank wanted to help Cristofer just because he wanted to earn more money. Cristofer had promised to pay him extra fees if he could help investigate the car accident. Besides, Cristofer was a big client of the 4S shop and had more than twenty cars. These years, he had been trusting the 4S shop to maintain his cars. If Frank could maintain this big customer, he would be able to get more salary. ‘Forget it. I’d better listen to Gretchen. Compared with my money, the life of the baby is more important. If Gretchen really miscarries because of this matter, I’ll feel guilty. Although I can’t get extra pay, I can still be well-paid by being in charge of the maintenance of Mr. Hans’ cars.’ After weighing up the pros and cons, Frank said, “Okay. Gretchen, I’ll listen to you. Take good care

of yourself. Don’t think about it too much.” Gretchen breathed a sigh of relief and said, “Thank you, Frank. I’ll invite you to the baby shower.” “Okay.” After hanging up the phone, Gretchen looked back nervously, afraid that Cristofer had heard what she had said. However, to her surprise, she didn’t see Cristofer. Then she hurriedly took the elevator and returned to her apartment. But Cristofer didn’t go back to the apartment at all. **** In the hospital, Estelle had been looking forward to the night coming for the whole day because she could see Mr. Mysterious at night. Standing at the window, she saw the black Maybach drive into the hospital and enter the underground garage. After a while, she received a message from Mr. Mysterious. ‘I’m coming.’ ‘I see.’ Estelle replied to the message briefly. Then she went to the door, turned off the lights, and waited for him. Ten minutes later, the door of the ward was opened, and a familiar figure came in. Estelle opened her mouth and wanted to greet him but suddenly hesitated. ‘How shall I address him? Sir or Mr. Roberts?’ “Hi, Estelle,” Mr. Mysterious greeted her first. “Hi.” Mr. Mysterious opened his arms and hugged her, saying gently, “Don’t worry. I’ll deal with York. That kind of thing won’t happen again.” “Okay.” “Estelle, you’re a little indifferent today,” Mr. Mysterious said as he hugged her tightly but kept a certain distance from Estelle’s chest for fear of touching the incision on her chest. Then he rested his chin on her shoulder, gently laid a kiss on her neck, and asked, “Are you

unhappy because I’m late today?” He usually came to see her at midnight, but he was half an hour late this day. “Mr...” Before Estelle could utter a word, she felt Mr. Mysterious’ grip on her shoulder tightened. Feeling helpless, she sighed and said, “Can I still call you Sir?” “Sure,” Mr. Mysterious chuckled and said. “I like it when you call me Sir. Whenever you address me this way, I feel very happy.” “Why? Many people, such as the waiter, salesperson, stewardess, nurses, and doctors, will address you in this way when they meet you, won’t they?” Estelle said in confusion.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.