HONEY, Love Me One More Time

Chapter 182: It's My Dad

“How is it possible that I don’t like it?” Mr. Mysterious said in a good mood. “I was so happy when I saw your message that my hands keep shaking when I typed.” Estelle was speechless. “I was trying to reply to your message, but I was too excited and kept making typos. Finally, I gave up texting you and then dialed your number,” Mr. Mysterious uttered. He seemed to be a little embarrassed, but his voice was full of joy. “Estelle, I miss you so much.” Hearing this, Estelle chuckled and said, “When did you become as clingy as Yohan? No matter how long he was separated from me, he would say that he missed me so much when he saw me again.” “Estelle, even if we are separated for only five minutes, I will miss you very much.” Biting her lower lip, Estelle blushed to her ears. “Sir, hold on a sec, please.” Then she quickly covered the mouthpiece and ran to the balcony in shyness. Seeing her like this, Yohan and Mrs. Moorsum couldn’t help chuckling. “Mrs. Moorsum, I’ve never seen Mom blush. She is so shy,” Yohan said smilingly. With a smile, Mrs. Moorsum nodded and whispered, “Your Mom must be having a sweet feeling in her heart now.” “What is a sweet feeling? Is it the same as the feeling when I eat candies?” Yohan asked in confusion. “It’s much sweeter than the feeling when you eat candies.” Yohan was still confused, but he could see Estelle was happy, so it resonated with his feelings too. At the same time, he thought, ‘The new Dad can make Mom happy. He must be a good person!’ **** On the balcony, Estelle felt that her face was burning hot, so she opened the window. It was not until the cool wind blew on her hot face that she calmed down. After taking a deep breath, Estelle said in a soft voice, “Hi, Sir. Now we can go on.” “Are you blushing?” Mr. Mysterious asked with a chuckle. “No.” “Then why did you go to the balcony?”

Estelle blinked her eyes and asked, “You can see me now? You’re back?” “Yes. I’m waiting for the night to come, just like you.” “Alas. But it’s getting dark so slowly that I must wait a little longer before going home,” Mr. Mysterious said helplessly. “Only when the night comes can I see you, my Star?” When he called Estelle by her nickname, Estelle’s heart skipped a beat. “Sir.” “What’s up?” She took a deep breath and asked, “May I... May I go downstairs to see you now?” “Estelle, I…” “Sir, you are afraid that I will leave you after I see you, right?” Estelle guessed. Mr. Mysterious said in a depressed voice, “Estelle, I’m sure that if you know who I am, you will leave me without hesitation.” “Sir, you said you wouldn’t lie to me. You won’t go back on your words, will you?” “I won’t, Estelle. I’ll always be honest with you.” Hearing this, Estelle smiled and said, “Sir, I’ve told you that as long as you’re not Cristofer, I can accept you no matter who you are.” “...” “Sir, you said you are not Cristofer. And I believe you.” “...” “Sir?” After a long silence, Mr. Mysterious sighed heavily and asked in a somewhat trembling voice, “What if I look exactly the same as Cristofer?” When he finished his words, Estelle was not as surprised as he thought. Instead, she was relieved and said calmly, “As long as you are not him, it doesn’t matter what you look like. Sir, you are you, and he is him. You two look the same, but you are different from him in other aspects. That’s enough.” “Yes, I’m different from Cristofer,” Cristofer assured and smiled bitterly. Then he remembered that Justin had said that both Rebecca and Estelle thought Mr. MysteriousOwned by NôvelDrama.Org.

was his twin brother. “Okay, Estelle. I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Cristofer yielded. “I’ll go downstairs right away,” Estelle said with her voice full of joy. After hanging up the phone, Cristofer closed his eyes and took a deep breath. ‘As long as I can be together with Estelle again and make up for what I have done to her, I’m willing to do anything.’ ‘Actually, it’s not bad to pretend that I have a twin brother. At least I won’t have to live a life in which I can only see Estelle at night in the future.’ With her phone in her hand, Estelle rushed out of the apartment and went downstairs hurriedly. It was not until she ran out of the building that she suddenly realized that she had forgotten to change her shoes. At this moment, she was still wearing her fluffy slippers. But now, she was not in the mood to care about it. She was flushed with excitement at the thought that she could finally see Mr. Mysterious, and her heart was beating very fast. And somehow, she was a little nervous. Estelle then called Mr. Mysterious. “Sir, where are you?” “Estelle, turn around,” Mr. Mysterious urged her. Estelle did as he said and turned around. Then she saw a tall man walking towards her from the small garden. She fixed her eyes on the man and felt her heart in her mouth. The man walked up to her quickly, but somehow, Estelle felt every second was like a year before she could see him clearly. Mr. Mysterious was dressed in a black tailored suit and a light blue tie. And he was wearing a pair of glasses with gold wire frames, and his hair was neatly combed. When Estelle saw his face, which looked the same as Cristofer's, she was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat. With a hesitant look, she asked, “You are... Mr. Mysterious?” With a gentle smile, Mr. Mysterious opened his arms to her and said in a husky voice, “Estelle, come here.”

On the balcony of the third floor, Yohan and Mrs. Moorsum, who was holding Yvonne in her arms, were both standing there and looking downstairs together. When Yohan saw Mr. Mysterious, he clapped his hands excitedly and said, “It’s my Dad! I’ve met him before! Mrs. Moorsum! The person I saw that day was my Dad!” Seeing Mr. Mysterious’ face, Mrs. Moorsum was stunned. It was the first time that she had seen him. And what made her surprised was not that Mr. Mysterious was handsome but that Yohan looked like him so much that anyone could easily recognize them as the biological father and son at a glance. “Mrs. Moorsum, Dad is so handsome.” Yohan was still young and was only a little taller than the rail.