A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Kate was under strange tortures. She was tortured more mentally than physically.

Tristan’s palm was dry and slightly hot. This unfamiliar contact made her breathe irregularly. Kate felt his hand move down to below her waist. When it passed by her groin, she shivered all over and had to bite her lips so as not to cry out.

And gradually, the shame was replaced by horror.

She spread her fingers and saw through the seam. He was holding her left ankle and playing with it like he was playing with her cell phone earlier. Because he was looking down, she could not see his eyes.

But based on her experience of being harassed, she felt that he didn’t have the desire in his eyes.

This discovery gave her goose flesh.

She felt as if she was lying on a metal table, and Tristan was the surgeon. One of his hands was examining her body, and the other was holding a scalpel. The scalpel could come down at any minute and cut through her ruthlessly.

When Kate woke up, she found herself alone in the bed. If she weren’t lying in an absolutely strange place, she would have thought this had all been a weird and horrible dream.

She was sore all over her body, and her limbs felt weak. Last night when her nerves were pulled to the extreme, Tristan had finished his thorough and detailed examination on her body and then got up and switched off the light.

“Sleep.” He said.

He meant it literally.

However, her highly tense nerves could not recover, and Kate lay there curled up in a ball. In addition, she was not used to this bed and sheets, it was not until the later part of the night that she fell asleep from exhaustion.

After she recalled what happened last night in the bed, Kate got out of the bed. She checked the place where her cell phone was dropped, but nothing was there. She searched around the room but couldn’t find it.

She pushed the door open and tripped on something. She looked down and met a pair of green eyes. A fatty thing-she couldn’t tell if it was a cat or a pig. She was surprised. There was such a thing here too?

The fat cat was not afraid of her. It even stuck out its tongue to lick her feet. It was itchy, so Kate dodged it and went to the bathroom to clean up.

When she got out, the cat was squatting at the door and looking up at her. Its eyes stared into hers for a while, and it jumped up, boldly into her arms.

The cat was not disgusting. It was all white, and not a single hair on its body was another color. It reminded her of the snow in her hometown.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Kate bent down to touch its back. It meowed comfortably and rubbed its head in her palm.

She liked small animals, indeed. When she was a child, she once brought a homeless yellow cat home. Her mother said it was dirty and sent it away the next day.

Her mother said they could not afford to feed a cat. They had enough trouble feeding their own family members. Kate wanted to argue that she would eat less and share her portion with the cat, but she gave up because she thought her portion was already deemed an extra burden.

As she was in her meditation, the cat reached out for a yard after taking an inch. It was already lying on Kate’s slippers.

The middle-aged woman from last night came to ask Kate to have breakfast. She was surprised to see the cat on her feet. “It looks like it likes you. It ignores everyone except Mr. Fox.”

Kate was speechless. Should she feel honored?