Chapter 108

Christina kept glancing at William, who stood there with a dark expression, saying nothing.

She had been talking all night, and by the end, her voice was hoarse.

William couldn't take it anymore and yanked her back. "We're leaving."

"But the party's still going. Everyone's having a blast. How can I just leave?" Christina turned back, still looking smug.

She tilted her head. "Besides, you're the one who dragged me here. I'm finally having fun, and now you want to go?"

William narrowed his eyes, almost commanding, "Come with me."

Christina didn't want to agree, but he forcibly pulled her away. She had no choice but to wave goodbye to everyone.

The crowd exchanged puzzled looks.

He took her straight to the car, and she calmed down, giving him a cold look. "What do you want?"

"I've changed my mind," William said with a cold smile.

"What?" Christina frowned.

"You want money, right? Fine. From now on, you'll be my woman." William's deep eyes revealed an unreadable expression.

Christina sneered, raising an eyebrow. "What does that mean? You want me to be your mistress?"

"Did you think you could be my wife?" William laughed mockingly.

"Don't kid yourself," Christina said calmly. "I won't accept your terms, and I definitely won't be your wife."

If she had ever considered it, she wouldn't have let that child die before it was even born.

She closed her eyes, hiding the pain deep within them.

William saw her calm and resolute demeanor, a flicker of complex emotion in his eyes. His fingers tapped lightly on his knee, as if hesitating.

"Do you think you have a choice?"

Christina bit her lip, saying nothing.

William thought she had agreed and sneered, "Christina, you finally gave in."

He looked at her with a knowing smile, as if he had her all figured out.

Christina turned her face away, silent.

The car soon arrived at the hotel. William carried her out and up to the room.

Christina pulled out her room key. "Let's go to my room."

William's lips curled into a cold smile.

Christina, oh Christina, you're finally dropping the act, aren't you?

He didn't refuse. He swiped the key card and carried her into the room, throwing her onto the bed, leaning over her.

Christina's eyes were devoid of warmth.

She remained silent, staring at him with a look that made him uneasy.

Christina opened her arms and closed her eyes. "Sometimes I wonder, what do you really want, William?"

She had lived two lives but could never understand William.

In her past life, he thought she was scheming against him and hated her. In this life, she took everything upon herself and stayed far away from him, yet he still pursued her relentlessly.

William brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Isn't this what you wanted? Aren't you happy?"

His hot kiss quickly followed.

Christina took a deep breath, a tear silently falling from the corner of her eye.

She reached under the pillow for the fruit knife she had hidden there earlier.

Without hesitation, she raised the knife high and stabbed down hard.

"Ah!"

William recoiled in pain, clutching his shoulder where blood was now flowing, the pain tearing at his sanity.

"You!"

He glared at Christina.

He hadn't expected to see such intense hatred in her eyes, a hatred that wished him dead, that wanted to drag him to hell with her.

It was shocking.

Christina raised the knife again, ready for a second strike. He grabbed her hand. "Why do you hate me so much?"

"I just do, William. You ruined my life. Everything was finally on track." Christina gritted her teeth. "If you try anything today, one of us won't make it out alive."

William saw the truth in her eyes.

"Christina, would you really die?"

"Try me. I have my pride, William. If you dare to humiliate me again, I'll drag you to hell with me." Christina's eyes were filled with pure hatred as she spoke through gritted teeth.

If she couldn't escape William, she didn't want to live. Maybe in death, she could see Harper again.

William saw the hatred in her eyes, so intense it was terrifying. He threw the knife away and stumbled off the bed.

"Christina, you're something else."

He stared into her eyes for a long moment before turning and leaving.

Christina finally breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the bed.

Tears fell silently, her heart aching as if cut by a knife.

She wrapped herself in the blanket, hoping sleep would numb her. Maybe if she slept, she wouldn't have to face this mess. Tomorrow would be a new day.

But she dreamed again, of Harper standing before her, tears streaming down her face, calling out, "Mommy, why did you leave me?"

Christina cried, "Mommy didn't leave you. Mommy had no choice. Harper, I wish you could be my daughter again."

"Harper, Harper!"

She woke up shouting, reaching out to find nothing but emptiness. It was just a dream.

Her longing peaked at that moment.

She got out of bed and went to the desk, using her pencil to draw Harper's face over and over.

The little girl she missed so much appeared on the paper, smiling.

She hugged the drawing tightly, tears streaming down. "Harper, I'm sorry, but I can't make the same mistake again."

If Harper was born to suffer, it was better she wasn't born at all.

But Christina didn't expect the door to open at that moment.

She turned in surprise to see William, his wound hastily bandaged, staring at her with cold eyes.

"Why are you still here? Get out. I don't want to see you."

William stepped forward, glancing at the drawing in her hand. "You were calling Harper's name in your sleep."

"It's none of your business," Christina said coldly, though her heart ached.

Harper had never known happiness with her. Even Harper's father, William, didn't care about her and had forgotten her. Only Christina remembered her.

William coldly demanded, "Who is Harper's father?"