Chapter 357 Is Your Marriage Certificate Real or Fake?
Moreover, Tristan's actions didn't stop. He raised Katniss's hand above her head, holding her sticky finger. What was he going to do?
She instinctively reacted, quickly clenching her hand into a fist, refusing to cooperate.
Katniss lifted her leg, her foot pressing against his abdomen, kicking him back a step. He grunted and had to let go of her.
Turning around, she saw in the moonlight a share transfer agreement placed on the desk.
Tristan had already signed it; only her signature was missing.
Before she could react, Tristan was already behind her, wrapping his arms around her body, trapping her in his embrace.
"You haven't given up?" She tilted her head slightly, able to see his beautifully contoured jawline.
He bent down, his chin resting on her shoulder, his breath hot against her earlobe, directly hitting her collarbone.
"That's my love for you. How could I give up?" His tone was light as he sniffed her ear. "Do you love me?"
Katniss's ears tingled, her body trembling from his touch.
The residual heat that hadn't faded surged again. She tried to stay rational, "I love you, but this has nothing to do with it."
His well-defined hand lifted, gripping her chin to make her turn her head. They looked at each other, "It does matter. If you love me, you'll listen to me."
He pecked her lips lightly.
Tristan's pupils were incredibly beautiful, exuding a clear and sincere desire, yearning for her to prove her love with actions.
He kissed her glossy lips again, "Katniss, I'm having a hard time holding back. Sign it, and we can continue."
His voice was low and hoarse, filled with urgent desire.
Katniss's mind was in chaos, "Continue first?"
"You sign, and I'll give it to you." He was a bit impatient, his tongue pressing against her delicate collarbone, the wet heat spreading throughout her body.
Katniss's fingers moved subconsciously.
"Katniss, sign it." Tristan lightly bit Katniss's shoulder, the pain mixed with a tickling sensation in her heart.
Her hand was grabbed by him, and she watched helplessly as her fingerprint was pressed onto the paper.
He added, "Good girl, I'll hold your hand to write your name. Your handwriting is beautiful."
The whole process took less than half a minute, and then Katniss was thoroughly satisfied by him.
Three hours later, nearing dawn, Tristan carried Katniss back to the room.
When she woke up in the morning, she remembered what had happened last night.
When Tristan asked Katniss to sign to prove her love, it was like a girl unreasonably saying, "Do you love me? If you do, buy me a bag."
To make her accept the shares of Zenith Group, he even used his charm.
The ridiculous part was that she fell for it.
"Good morning, Ms. Grey." In the morning, after he woke up and saw her staring at the ceiling, he buried his head in her neck and greeted her.
Katniss pushed his head away in dissatisfaction, "Your hair is prickly. You know what you did, don't provoke me!"
"Ms. Grey, you can't be like this." His serious face showed a hint of grievance, "I've given you all my assets. You can't just turn your back on me after getting them."
She had finally seen how shameless a man could be.
"Dad." Evie had woken up at some point, turned over, and crawled to Tristan's side.
With both hands pressing on Tristan, she peeked out, staring at Katniss and Tristan.
Tristan's body stiffened, joyfully picking her up, "Did she call me dad?"
"If you think what she says at this age counts, I can only tell you she called 'mom' when she was three months old."
Katniss mercilessly dampened his spirits, taking Evie from his hands, "Good girl, mommy will take you to wash up."
It was the weekend, and she only had to wait for the evening banquet.
Although Tristan had been taking care of Evie for many days, Evie was still closer to Katniss.
She was held by Katniss all morning, happily waving her arms and legs, refusing to let Tristan hold her.
Tristan, having had good luck last night, was in a good mood today, accompanying the mother and daughter, doing various tasks as directed by Katniss.
In the afternoon, he went out and handed the share transfer agreement signed by Katniss to the lawyer.
The lawyer took it to handle the procedures, and in less than three days, Zenith Group would truly belong to Katniss.
"Katniss, Matilda said she and George will be back tomorrow at noon." Sophia informed Katniss immediately after receiving Matilda's text.
Today was Saturday, and tomorrow was the weekend. Katniss was still off, so she responded immediately, "Then let's go out and buy some ingredients tomorrow morning and make a few dishes Matilda likes for lunch."
Sophia nodded repeatedly, "Yes, it's been a long time since she came back."
"How are things going with her and Odette?" Katniss was quite busy and had only posted a few times on Facebook since Matilda moved out.
Most of the posts were about educational institutions. Matilda was also busy, and they hadn't had a good talk about personal matters for a long time.
Sophia sighed, putting her phone aside, "I haven't asked. She's busy going out early and coming back late every day. When she occasionally comes back for dinner, George is with her, so I don't feel comfortable asking."
"She should know what she's doing, and if they keep silent, Odette will gradually lose patience."
Katniss comforted Sophia but suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
She handed Evie to Sophia and then got up to open the door.
It was Odette who had come.
Stunned for a few seconds, Katniss quickly stepped aside, "Mrs. Russell, please come in."
"Miss Grey," Odette also knew that Katniss was no ordinary person now and was very polite.
Nowadays, the villa they lived in was even bigger than the Russell family's, and their status far surpassed the Russell family.
But Odette chose her daughter-in-law based on the person, not the family background.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have chosen Katniss, who came from a difficult family background, in the first place.
"Mrs. Russell, why did you come suddenly?" Sophia quickly stood up with Evie in her arms when she heard Katniss call Odette.
Odette was genuinely surprised to see the child in her arms.
Katniss explained, "This is my daughter."
"You have a child already?" Odette thought for a moment and then understood, considering Katniss wasn't young anymore.
George was a few years younger than her and hadn't married yet, which made her very anxious.
After inviting Odette into the villa, Katniss placed Evie in the playpen, sat on the carpet, and played with Evie while quietly listening to Odette and Sophia's conversation.
"We've known each other for so long, you know my temperament. I won't beat around the bush."
Odette got straight to the point, "I'm here about George and Matilda."
Sophia smiled and nodded, "Indeed, it's time to talk about the two kids."
"The thing is, George was engaged to a girl when he was very young. A few years ago, that girl moved abroad and hasn't returned. I planned to call off the engagement and arranged for him to be with Katniss, but they weren't meant to be, so I didn't say anything."
Looking at Katniss, who was already taking care of a child, Odette seemed regretful and continued, "But last year, the girl's family returned, and they brought up the marriage with George again. So, it's not that I disagree with them being together, but we have to consider the order of things. Our families have been friends for decades, and it's hard to refuse."
Hearing this, Sophia's smile froze.
So, she wasn't here to discuss how to accept the two kids but how to separate them?
She looked at Katniss, who pursed her lips and said, "Mrs. Russell, but George and Matilda are already together. They've registered their marriage. Didn't you know?"
"Registered their marriage?" Odette's eyes widened, and she quickly shook her head, "Impossible. Those two kids must be lying to us. George, although rebellious, wouldn't dare do such a thing. If he had really registered their marriage, would he agree to meet the girl he was engaged to as a child?"
"He agreed to meet another girl?" Sophia's face turned ugly.
Odette quickly nodded, "Yes, they agreed to meet tomorrow night. A few days ago, he had a conflict with me over Matilda and left home, but how can a family truly sever ties?"
Some advanced equipment in the Russell family resort was arranged by George.
Sometimes, when there were issues, Odette would have someone call George.
So, after their conflict, the mother and son had met a few times, and their relationship had eased a lot.
But George had never mentioned registering their marriage, so Odette didn't believe it at all.
"Mrs. Russell, I think there might be some details you're unaware of. Matilda and George have indeed registered their marriage. They've come this far, and it's inappropriate to arrange for him to meet someone else. It's also better to clarify things with the girl he was engaged to."
Katniss couldn't let Odette be deceived.
Seeing Sophia and Katniss being serious, Odette didn't dare to be careless and quickly took out her phone, "George, did you register your marriage with Matilda?"
"No." George was training for a team match, and the sounds of keyboards and mice were in the background.
"Don't lie to me, you rascal. If you did this behind my back, we need to have a serious talk!" Odette shouted at him.
George immediately swore, "No, we didn't register our marriage. Without your permission, how would I dare? ... Watch out for the bushes, retreat!"
The sounds of keyboards and mice grew louder, giving Odette a headache, and she hung up the phone.
The sound echoed in the living room, instantly making Sophia's face turn icy.
"You see, he wouldn't lie. Sophia, I just don't want their issue to ruin our relationship. Since George is already engaged..."
Odette tried to explain.
But Sophia couldn't hold back and interrupted, "Your son is your business. I can manage my daughter. If there's anything else, let's discuss it over the phone."
This was a clear sign to leave, and Odette had no choice but to stand up. She originally wanted to ask if George and Matilda were lying about the marriage registration.
But she didn't dare to ask and left.
As soon as Odette left, Sophia called Matilda, "Is your marriage certificate real?"
"Mom, what are you saying? Of course, it's real!" Matilda deliberately lowered her voice, probably working overtime at the educational institution.
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