Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 211: The Difference Is Whether There Is A Physical Desire

Chapter 211: Chapter 211: The Difference Is Whether There Is A Physical Desire

Noah Coldson’s memories seemed to blur from the age of six until his return to the country, whereas everything after reuniting with Yolanda Greenwood happened clearly, as if it were just yesterday.

Was it all to repay a debt? Or had he truly fallen in love with her? He himself was somewhat confused.

The only thing he knew was that he wanted to protect her, wanted her to be happy.

Adam Sterling was indeed a master of psychology, and even though Noah didn’t say anything, he saw right through everything.

"The biggest difference between the two..."

Noah immediately perked up.

"Do you have any physical desire for Yolanda?" Adam looked at him, "Do you want to hold her hand, embrace her, kiss her... or even, to actually have a child that belongs to you both?"

Noah’s face turned red in an instant, and his whole body nearly froze on the spot.

Adam couldn’t help but laugh and reached out to pat his head, "Rookie, don’t be so eager, start with holding hands and see how it goes."

"Who’s a rookie!" Noah brushed away the encroaching hand in dissatisfaction.

"In this matter, you are," Adam said with an exceptionally attractive smile.

"So what?" Noah glared at him defiantly, "You’re experienced, huh?"

"Of course," Adam said with a smug face, "You should know, our department is full of beauties, and I am not only handsome but also extraordinarily gifted. Those who have a crush on me..."

He gestured towards the door, "would have to queue from here down to the first floor."

"Bullshit!" Noah shook his head while laughing.

Actually, this time it was indeed time for Adam Sterling to demonstrate in action. A major case had occurred on the US side, and the headquarters had requested the support of their team. Normally, Noah should’ve gone too, but he found a reason to refuse.

Adam was leaving tomorrow.

"Be careful over there, remember your identity, you’re a psychologist, don’t risk your life like the others."

In the past, whenever there was a major case, even if only Adam was needed, Noah would go along. But this time... he really felt somewhat embarrassed.

"Don’t worry," Adam said in a relaxed tone, "Without the team leader around, it’s finally my time to shine."

They’d had almost enough to drink; any more and they might disgrace their team tomorrow.

Adam stood up and patted Noah’s shoulder, "When I get back, I hope to hear some good news."

He walked to the door and then turned back, looking intently into Noah’s eyes, "And remember what I said, take it step by step, be careful not to scare her away."

Meanwhile, Yolanda Greenwood and Lola Gold had also gone back to their rooms to rest.

Lola played with her cellphone for a while and was about to put it aside and go to sleep when she received a call.

It was from an unknown number.

Lola answered, "Who is this?"

"Lola..." It was Christopher Coldson’s voice, and it was clearly drunk.

Lola hung up instantly.

"Damn unlucky," she said with a face of disgust, "gettting a call from this bastard before bed, it’s going to give me nightmares."

She was about to put down the phone when Christopher Coldson called again.

Lola hung up once more, and as she was about to shut down her phone, she saw a text message from Christopher.

[If you don’t answer the phone, I’m going up to knock on the door.]

Lola was seething with rage, muttering curses as she called back.

The moment it connected, she exploded, "Christopher Coldson, if you don’t sleep at this ungodly hour, are you looking to die? What? Is Sunny Coldson not satisfying you anymore? If it doesn’t work, just chop it off and don’t keep it to hurt others and yourself."

There was silence on the other end, followed by a burst of low laughter, which grew louder and louder. Christopher seemed to be in a good mood.

"Sicko!" Lola rolled her eyes.

"Funny you should say that, I was just thinking the same," Christopher shamelessly mused.

"What do you want?" Lola had no mood for his nonsense. Their last unpleasant parting made her despise Christopher and Sunny, the scumbag and the wretched woman, and she really didn’t want to have any more to do with either of them.

"I want to see you."

"No way," Lola’s refusal was crisp and decisive.

"Just to see each other, I promise I won’t do anything," Christopher’s voice faintly pleaded, "I’m right at your doorstep."

"You’re crazy..." Lola’s insult was cut in half when she faintly heard something like suppressed crying.

She listened quietly for a while, and it did sound like Christopher was crying.

"Hello?" As far as Lola remembered, this seemed to be the first time Christopher had cried.

Clearly agitated, Christopher tried several times to speak but gave up each time.

"Oh, all right, all right, I’m coming out now." Lola sighed, resignedly hung up the phone, redressed, and went outside.

When she stepped out, she didn’t see anyone and muttered, "Did that bastard trick me?"

But as she turned around, she saw Christopher lying on the ground.

"Are you insane!" It was winter, and Lola grabbed Christopher’s arm, pulling him up, "Get up, if you want to die, go home and do it."

Christopher staggered to his feet and before he could steady himself, he collapsed onto Lola.

"Let go," Lola said angrily, pushing hard at Christopher.

"Just for a moment, just for a little while," Christopher’s voice carried a plea.

As he held her in his arms, he felt so pitiful.

In the past, this woman was at his mercy beneath him, yet now, it was a luxury to even hold her.

"Are you done?" Lola finally lost her patience and pushed him away.

Christopher staggered and leaned against the wall, his eyes a little red, just smiling at Lola.

He felt as if the scales between them were slowly tilting, as if their positions had been inadvertently switched.

"What do you want after all?" Lola tried not to look at him, speaking the truth, seeing Christopher like this was really surprising.

In her memory, Christopher had always been relaxed and full of luxury, seemingly indifferent to everything.

But the person before her was filled with sadness, even self-pity.

This Christopher stirred some... sympathy in her.

"Even if it’s just an acquaintance, is it really so difficult to meet?" Christopher pitifully spoke.

"Christopher Coldson, let’s be clear, we’re more than just acquaintances."

"And then what?" Christopher still looked at her intently.

Lola suddenly had the feeling that if she said one wrong thing, this man in front of her might shatter.

When did this bastard learn to play so pitiful?

She frowned in irritation, "There’s no ’then’. Between us, there can only be strangers."

She turned to go back inside.

"Don’t!" Christopher grabbed her, "Lola, you should know it’s not easy for me to be here today."

Lola didn’t respond, nor did she pull her hand away.

"Lola, I really miss you, I never knew wanting to see someone could be so hard to resist."

Christopher held both of her wrists, "What exactly do you want me to do?"