Chapter 332 How Could They Think Her Evie Is Not Good?
Katniss broke free from Tristan's embrace, straightened her clothes, got out of bed, and then sat down on a chair, looking seriously at Tristan.
"You really like Evie, don't you? Didn't you say... You definitely wanted a daughter?"
He could tell that she really liked Evie, even to the point of seeming a bit crazy about her.
"Did I say that?" Tristan evaded the question, sitting up with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed, pulling Katniss's chair closer with his right hand.
The chair, along with Katniss, was pulled into his arms, and he took the opportunity to secure the chair with his legs. "You remembered wrong."
"Stop giving me that nonsense." Katniss could see he was distracted. She pressed a hand against his chest and tightly grabbed his collar. "Just tell me, do you like Evie or not?"
Tristan blurted out, "Not really."
Katniss felt a wave of disappointment. "If you don't like her, why do you look at Evie's photos and videos every day?"
She thought he must be crazy about her, even worrying that once they acknowledged their father-daughter relationship, she would lose his favor.
"Aren't you the one looking at them?" Tristan let her pull his collar, leaning forward without moving, his right hand bracing against the edge of the bed, the veins on the back of his hand becoming more prominent.
Katniss was at a loss for words, and after letting go, she pushed him, causing him to fall back onto the hospital bed, almost flipping over.
Steadying himself, he looked at Katniss with surprise in as she stood up, smoothing her short hair, her expression a mix of complexity and displeasure.
Tristan got off the bed, followed her to the window, and hugged her, burying his head in her neck. "You almost twisted my back."
He thought she must really like Evie, which was why she was upset when he said he didn't like her.
This temporary displeasure was better than having a real daughter in the future who was uglier and feeling bad for a long time.
"Really?" Katniss raised her eyelids to meet his eyes.
How could he not like her Evie?
She was holding back her anger but didn't know where to vent it.
Seeing her so angry, Tristan turned her body around, pressed her against the window, and kissed her lips hard.
"Yes, if you don't believe me, try it. I can't use much strength." He whispered against her lips.
How was she supposed to try that?
Katniss turned her gaze away, her throat tightening. "Stop it, this is a hospital."
"What about when we get out?" Tristan's hand, which was braced above her head, dropped down, tucking the hair he had messed up behind her ear, and he planted a hot, wet kiss on her earlobe. "Katniss, I want you."
He was impatient, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes filled with desire.
Even though he was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with a patch of hair shaved off his head, his former handsomeness was gone, but at this moment, his hormones were surging.
Katniss suddenly found him irresistibly attractive.
"Let's talk about it after you're discharged." Her breath was uneven, afraid he would notice her reaction, her head almost twisting off.
But Tristan, pressed tightly against her, couldn't possibly not feel it. Seeing her reaction, he squinted his long eyes, a smile playing on his lips, and let her go.
"I'll go talk to the doctor right now about the earliest discharge date."
He walked quickly, and by the time Katniss realized it, he had already left the room.
She was both amused and frustrated, feeling a mix of emotions, and decided to let him ramble on, sitting down to continue looking at Evie's photos.
But she couldn't find the three groups Emory had created.
She thought Emory had disbanded the groups, so she looked at the photos of Evie saved on her phone.
About ten minutes later, she suddenly received a call from Emory.
"Why did Tristan suddenly forbid me from bringing Evie to work?"
The room was still empty, with no sign of Tristan. So he had gone to contact Emory?
"What did he say?"
Emory relayed his exact words, "Bringing a child to work affects progress, and when I get discharged and move in with you, I need plenty of rest. The child will disturb me, so get rid of her."
After saying that, he reverted to his usual sarcastic tone, "Oh my God, he finds his daughter annoying? Finds her noisy? So all that time he pretended to like kids in front of you was just an act to please you."
Katniss felt as if several knives had been stabbed into her chest, not knowing how to respond to Emory.
"Then we need to find a way to make him genuinely like this child before they acknowledge each other, otherwise..."
Emory felt that he should first change Tristan's dislike for Evie, but he also secretly relished the idea that he could continue to show off for a while longer as Evie's only Godfather!
In fact, it would be best if Tristan never came to like her, as that would ensure that Evie would always be closest to him in the future.
Recalling the times Tristan watched Evie's photos and videos with her, Katniss had been so engrossed in her own feelings that she hadn't observed whether Tristan was just humoring her or genuinely liked Evie.
She thought he really liked Evie, eagerly waiting for him to be a good father after being discharged, spending every day with Evie, but...
"Let's wait until he's discharged and see how he feels about Evie." Katniss couldn't make sense of it. Maybe once Tristan knew Evie was his daughter, he would naturally come to like her?
Then Emory agreed to Tristan's request to send Evie away when he moved in.
Five minutes after hanging up the phone, Tristan returned, looking a bit sullen. "The doctor said it will be at least three more days before I can be discharged."
So, Katniss stayed in the hospital to take care of him for three more days.
Three days later, the doctor still recommended observing his head injury a bit longer to ensure it didn't get bumped and start bleeding again, as it would be hard to heal.
Emory came to pick them up from the hospital, bringing Evie along. A baby seat was arranged in the back, and Evie sat there obediently.
As soon as she saw Katniss, Evie kicked her legs vigorously and made sounds with her mouth.
Katniss opened the car door and sat in the back, turning to play with Evie, pinching her little face, and having her fingers tightly grasped by Evie.
Tristan occasionally observed Katniss and Evie's interaction through the rearview mirror. Seeing that Katniss genuinely liked her, he frowned but said nothing.
When they arrived at their place, Katniss was the first to get out, holding Evie.
"Didn't I tell you to send the child away?" Tristan asked Emory, who was about to get out of the car.
Emory glanced at him, noticing the disdain in his eyes, and said without hesitation, "Her mom had something to do, so I'm helping out for now. I'll find time to send her away."
He managed to deceive Tristan for the moment, grabbed the luggage, and entered the villa. Then Emory handed Tristan a pile of work.
Finally, he and Katniss spent the afternoon playing with Evie, and the time flew by.
At dinner, Tristan came down and found that Evie was still there. As soon as she saw him, she smiled broadly, drool dripping from the corner of her mouth.
He didn't find it dirty; instead, he thought her silly, innocent look was very cute.
"I'll take her back after dinner," Emory thought Tristan was annoyed again and quickly said, "Be honest, are you just jealous of me, which is why you seem so against Evie?"
Tristan scoffed lightly, withdrawing his gaze from Evie. He was about to say that he simply didn't like her.
But Evie suddenly let out a cry, sounding almost angry.
His words changed to, "Childish, I'm not as childish as you."
"Then let's eat." Emory saw that he wouldn't admit it and pulled Katniss, who was holding Evie, to the dining room to sit down.
Katniss had little appetite, wanting to have a good talk with Tristan. She felt his attitude had changed too much.
So after dinner, she cleaned up the table and signaled Emory to find time to take Evie back to her place.
Then she pulled Tristan up to the third floor, to the room Emory had prepared for him.
The room was elegantly decorated, with simple furnishings, and the moonlight slanted in, almost filling the entire room.
As soon as Katniss entered, Tristan's body suddenly pressed against her from behind. He held her waist with both hands and kissed her ear.
"Katniss, are you in a hurry?"
Just after eating, she had him come upstairs. He was both delighted and surprised, seeing her lips part slightly, about to say something insincere.
He quickly leaned in to block her lips, tasting her sweetness.
Their tightly pressed bodies spun around the room a few times before she was laid down on the bed.
Tristan knelt on either side of Katniss's body with his long legs, holding her head and kissing her forcefully. Her hands gripped his veiny forearms, her head tilted back to meet his urgency.
But he suppressed his inner turmoil, laying her gently on the bed, lying on his side, playing with her slender fingers.
"While working this afternoon, I was considering something."
Katniss's eyes still held a lingering daze as she looked up at him. "What were you considering?"
"I need to give you and your family an explanation." He kissed her hand, knowing that Sophia was surely angry about the hurt he had caused her.
The wedding that never happened was the biggest regret and pain for both him and Katniss.
It was also the most heartbreaking thing for Sophia.
Although Sophia had sent soup to the hospital every day through Matilda or Emory, indicating her acceptance of him being with Katniss again, but he still needed to make a gesture.
Katniss lay facing him, her hand on his firm waist. "Then wait for my message. I'll prepare my mom mentally, and you can come over."
"Okay." Tristan responded in a deep voice, kissing her lips again, then asked, "So... will you let me touch you?"
Katniss looked into his eyes for a few seconds, seeing the desire and anticipation clearly, so she said, "No touching, wait until you've met my mom."
Tristan's brows furrowed unconsciously. He grabbed her hand at his waist, his thin lips pressing together, and said, "Then do you have any other ideas?"
He played with her nimble fingers, not wanting to let her go tonight, unwilling to give up.
"No!" Katniss's face turned grim, quickly pulling her hand back.
"Then what about the surprise you mentioned after being discharged?" Tristan changed the subject, also trying to distract himself.
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