Chapter 333 Find a Way to Solve It for Me
Katniss paused, turned over and lay flat, her bright eyes trembling slightly, "I don't want to say it anymore, because it might not be a surprise, but a shock."
"Then I'll give you two choices." Tristan suddenly got up and pressed her down, his disordered breath spraying on the top of her head, his voice trembling slightly, "Either come clean or find a way to satisfy my sexual desire."
Tristan couldn't let Katniss go. He felt that if she left tonight, he might die on the spot.
"Then I'll come clean!" Katniss chose the former without hesitation, but Tristan leaned over and blocked her glossy lips.
The passionate kiss made the temperature in the room soar. His long, clean fingers skillfully unbuttoned her clothes.
So, the choice wasn't hers, but his.
The two, who hadn't been intimate for a long time, were like dry wood meeting a raging fire.
But for Katniss, wasn't it also a kind of torture?
Neither of them was very satisfied. Around eleven o'clock, Katniss tidied up her clothes, went to the bathroom to wash her hands, and splashed some cold water on her face.
She didn't dare to say anything to Tristan, and even after washing her hands, she didn't dare to go back to the bed, she just left directly.
Seeing Tristan's state, a cold shower was definitely necessary tonight.
Emory had already sent Evie back and was playing chess with Aaron over there.
Evie had taken a nap in the evening, so she was still awake, lying on the sofa with her big round eyes, watching them play chess.
When Emory saw her come back, he turned his head and said to Aaron, "Cover your ears."
Aaron rolled his eyes, threw the chess pieces aside, and carried Evie upstairs, "You adults are so annoying, don't corrupt Evie too."
Emory laughed twice, "One day you'll be more annoying than me."
"Stop talking nonsense and corrupting the child." Katniss saw him there and didn't even close the door when she came in, "Go back and rest."
"I thought you weren't coming back tonight, I was planning to make do here for the night." Emory stood up and stretched, "Tomorrow I'll take Evie to work there every day, I don't believe Tristan won't like her."
Bringing up this issue again, the little warmth in Katniss's heart dissipated. After sending Emory out, she turned and went upstairs.
She took the child from Aaron, made some bedtime formula, and watched Evie holding the bottle with both hands, her big eyes looking at her, making her heart feel soft.
"Daddy doesn't dislike you, sweetie, he just doesn't know you're his daughter. Let your Godfather take you to spend more time with him, he will definitely like you very much."
She spoke softly, and it was a lie to say she didn't mind.
But to blame him entirely wasn't fair either, her feelings were complicated.
She just wanted them to spend more time together. Even if Tristan really didn't like Evie, maybe after spending time together, he would come to accept her.
"But, just give him this one chance, set a time limit." Katniss couldn't wait forever for Tristan and Evie to develop a father-daughter relationship.
"At most ten days. If you're so cute and he still doesn't like you after ten days, Mommy will beat him up, and we won't play with him anymore."
Whether it was because she understood Katniss's biased words or because she was just happy to hear her talk, Evie kicked her legs non-stop, even kicking off the blanket.
Katniss held her little feet, and they played for a while before going to sleep.
Early the next morning, Emory came to take the child, saying he wanted to take Evie over before Tristan came downstairs, to avoid exposure.
Katniss didn't refuse, she just gave him a task, "In ten days, if he comes to like Evie, fine. If not, delaying the recognition for ten days will be his punishment for not liking Evie. If he still doesn't like her after ten days, it doesn't matter. In my heart, your position as Godfather will be higher than his as a father."
This position referred to matters related to Evie.
Hearing this, Emory was happy, hoping the ten days would pass quickly. If Tristan didn't like Evie, he could claim her for himself!
"The premise is, whenever there's a chance for him to see Evie, you hand her over to him, no tricks."
Katniss saw through Emory's sneaky thoughts at a glance.
Emory looked embarrassed, "No problem, I'm the most upright person, absolutely no tricks."
Evie was taken away by Emory, so when Tristan got up and went downstairs, he heard Evie's voice before he even reached the living room.
He paused, quickened his pace, and sure enough, saw Evie lying on the mat in the living room.
When Evie saw him, she kicked her little legs twice, but used too much force and her hands couldn't support her, so her face fell onto the mat.
Then Evie lay still, which scared Tristan. He quickly rushed over and lay down beside her.
But he saw that Evie had her left cheek pressed against the mat, her big eyes staring at a red light coming from under the sofa.
She lay still, as if she had seen something fascinating.
Tristan picked Evie up and called out to Emory, who was cooking in the kitchen, "You just let her play alone in the living room? Aren't you afraid something will happen to her? What's that thing under the sofa? It could harm her eyesight."
Hearing this, Emory was silent for a few seconds and retorted, "Don't you dislike my goddaughter? Why do you care so much? If you're really worried about her lying on the floor alone, then hold her for me for a while. In the future... her mom will be especially grateful to you."
When he went to pick up Evie in the morning, he saw Katniss's expression and guessed that if Tristan remained indifferent to Evie, there would be trouble without him.
"I don't need her gratitude." Tristan said without hesitation.
Emory quickly put down the utensils in his hand, took out his phone, and switched to recording mode, "If you have the guts, say it again. You don't like Evie, you don't want to help me watch Evie, and you don't need Evie's mother to be grateful to you or to have a good impression of you!"
"Childish," Tristan found it laughable that he was using reverse psychology again.
What kind of entanglement could he have with Evie's mom, talking about gratitude and good impressions?
"If you don't say it, it proves you still like Evie." Emory used his trump card.
Then he heard Tristan say without looking up, "Stop provoking me. I don't like her, and I don't need the child's mother to be grateful to me or to have a good impression of me. What benefit does that bring me?"
Evie suddenly made a sound, her big round eyes staring at Tristan, as if to say, 'You terrible dad, you'll regret this one day.'
That look made Tristan's heart feel chaotic. He quickly looked away, "Hurry up and cook. I'll watch her for a while, no, just a few minutes. Take her away when I start working."
Emory edited the video and sent it to Katniss.
Katniss was dealing with the aftermath of the crisis at White Corporation caused by Beau when she suddenly received a short video from Emory.
Hearing Tristan's words, she pondered for a moment and replied to Emory.
[If you provoke him again, I guarantee you'll regret it.]
She wasn't stupid and wouldn't believe a small, out-of-context video clip.
Seeing Tristan's expression, she knew he was angry.
After replying, she put down her phone and turned to Samuel, "Have the resources from the Adams family been utilized?"
"They've been put to use. It has brought some trouble, but no major losses. Benjamin has been staying at the company for the past few days, dealing with various emergencies, and hasn't slept for several days."
Samuel, apart from working later than usual, wasn't as exhausted as Benjamin.
Katniss's absence in the past few days had increased Benjamin's workload.
Some strategic decisions were occasionally communicated over the phone, with her providing sharp analysis of the situation and backing Benjamin up.
But now that she was back, Benjamin refused to continue, piling his work onto Katniss's desk.
"Beau has been arrested, and the White family is in chaos. It's the perfect time for me to take action. I'll leave White Corporation to you."
Many in the White family didn't recognize Benjamin, as he still carried a stigma.
Even though he now held significant power, there was still much criticism.
He took advantage of Beau's downfall to win people over and expand his influence within the White family, which was very appropriate.
"Alright," Katniss didn't refuse, though the stack of documents gave her a headache.
Benjamin hesitated for a moment and then said, "I prepared a card for Hazel. Please give it to her. I hope she leaves Velvet City."
A black card was placed on the desk, and Benjamin pushed it towards Katniss.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Katniss took the card, "I'll only be responsible for handing it over and conveying your message. I can't guarantee she'll leave."
"Try to persuade her. The White family and White Corporation are at a critical juncture. I don't want any problems." Benjamin said without hesitation.
After speaking, he left.
Katniss held the card and pondered for a while, then called Hazel to come to work tomorrow. This kind of thing was better discussed in person.
She worked overtime until nine o'clock before going home. Throughout the day, her phone kept buzzing with messages.
[Tristan held the child for less than five minutes before giving her back to me.]
[He always looks so serious, like our Evie owes him millions of dollars.]
[He even said Evie isn't good-looking at all.]
The words were full of dissatisfaction with Tristan, making Katniss both want to laugh and feel angry.
However, she did want to know if Tristan's eyesight was really that bad to think Evie wasn't good-looking.
For four or five consecutive days, Katniss was in this state of leaving early and returning late. Every night she would have dinner with Tristan and then leave without even going upstairs.
Tristan tried several times to catch her but failed. They had agreed to meet Sophia, but Katniss was too busy.
Tristan felt something was off, like he was being played. Seeing Emory's gloating expression all day confirmed it.
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