Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 461 Go Upstairs

Christy paused for a while and then pulled the bed curtain away. A beam of light followed in and shone on Trevor who was looking up at her. His eyes were cold but gentle. He had a high nose and sharp jaw lines.

Christy knew something wrong must have happened. Trevor liked her but he wouldn't say such words for no reason. There must be something so he...

She glanced sideways and found the computer which was always on turned off today.

She received the painting from Harold in the afternoon and immediately scanned it to Trevor.

It was less than six hours since she did it.

Did Trevor replace Merinda?

Her heart pounded and she asked, "Did you replace her?"

Trevor looked down and did not say anything.

"Let me see." Christy leaned forward, took the computer in the corner, and turned it on.

Trevor did not stop her but gazed at her in silence.

Christy felt quite uneasy under his gaze. She sensed that he had found out something.

What did he know?

The computer screen lit up. Christy's heart sank when she saw the black-and-white interface. She checked the browsing record, only to replace that Trevor had deleted all, leaving nothing. Christy stared at the screen for a moment and asked, "Did you see it?"

Trevor shook his head.

Christy stared at him, "You did, right?"

Trevor kept quiet.

"It doesn't matter." she forced a smile. "I knew you would replace it out one day. I just didn't expect that you knew it by Merinda. I ... it's okay. Actually, you knew it ten years ago."

"Not because of her," Trevor said.

Christy paused for a moment, "You started investigating my past since I left that day?"

Trevor just wanted to know what she had gone through over the past years and then found out what happened ten years ago. Christy was right. She wrote those things in her suicide note. However, at that time, Kaiya was just a stranger to him. Then that girl entered his life and he wanted to know about her past, so he investigated her.

"So...." Christy looked at him, "Are you trying to comfort me?"

Trevor did not speak.

Christy propped up on the edge of the bed with one hand, wanting to go down but was stopped by Trevor.

"I'm not leaving. I won't leave until you tell me Merinda's address," Christy said.

Trevor turned on his computer and sent the address to her phone.

Christy held her phone and sent the address to Noah. She got out of bed and said, "I'm sorry. I suppose I can't stay tonight. I don't blame you. I just...."

"I can't ... accept myself." When Christy opened the door, tears fell down her cheeks.

Even ten years had passed, the miserable past was like fire sparks, splashing down on her skin from time to time and scorching her fresh.

That ugly face still haunted her from time to time. When she slept at midnight, that person appeared in her dream and gripped her around her neck. She felt she couldn't breathe. Christy staggered downstairs and almost fell. Her one shoulder was still injured, so she could only support herself against the handrail with one hand. She walked down step by step in agony. When she reached the floor, she seemed to hear the sound of the opening door. She thought it was an illusion and ignored it. When she arrived at the gate, she heard Jason's calling, "Mr. Trevor?!" She turned around and saw Trevor standing at the door. This was the first time he had walked out. His entire body was wrapped in his clothes and his face under his hood was extremely pale. Christy stared at him in a daze. She had no idea what he was going to do.

After a long time, he walked down one step by step. He did not wear shoes, nor did he wear socks. His pale feet were in stark contrast to the pitch-black floor.

Christy turned around and ran outwards. Jason shouted from behind but she did not hear clearly. She ran for more than ten meters and then abruptly stopped and ran back.

When she returned with tears, she saw Trevor lying on the stairs and Jason was helping him up.

"I'm

sorry...." Trevor anxiously said, "I'm sorry...."

Christy walked towards him. She wiped away her tears with her hands and asked, "Why did you say sorry? Is it your fault? Why did you say sorry?"

Jason was dumb. He couldn't believe his ears and eyes. Mr. Trevor walked out of the room and he was apologizing!

"Don't go...." Trevor stretched out his pale hand.

Christy shook her head, the tears rolling down her cheeks. "You know when I looked at you, I was wondering why someone would have such pure and clear eyes and I wanted to tarnish them. Am I a bad woman?"

"You haven't seen any dirty things but it was ruined by me."

"Actually, it's nothing. Just my poor self-esteem can't allow me to face you, so I...." She was in a state of chaos and her words were incoherent. "I was just joking when I said I wanted to kiss you. You know, I can't do that. I ... am too dirty."

She covered her face, tears streaming down his fingers, "I lied to you. I've been looking for you for so many years, not to thank you but to tell you that I live a miserable life ... I feel so painful and want to end my life every day... I'm trapped and replace no opening. Trevor, you want me to live happily, but I can't. Sometimes, I was thinking when I saw you, I would let you love me and then dump you so that you would feel the pain too... But you're so pure. I'm ... simply ridiculous..."

An ice-cold hand landed on the back of her hand and held hers.

Trevor looked at her eyes and said word by word, "I just want to see you."

"There's no other reason. Just want to see you." Trevor gazed at her with affection.

Christy shook her head, not knowing what she was denying.

"Why?" In the cold wind, she asked.

Trevor stepped on the ground barefoot, half a head taller than Christy. He bowed his head and looked at her. The hood covered his face, revealing only his chin and nose. Then he bent down and leaned forward.

Christy quickly covered her mouth with her hands and retreated, "What do you want to do?"

Trevor did not stop but move closer. Then he left a gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

Jason gaped at them.

He couldn't believe what he saw!

Christy retreated in shock, her voice trembling, "Trevor, what are you doing?"

Trevor grabbed her hand, his fingers icy. "Go upstairs," Trevor said.

Christy was then aware that he was standing on the ground barefoot and wearing thin clothes, but she...

"I...." She didn't want to go back to face him and her past. How could she face Trevor who knew about her embarrassing past, who had saved her, and whom she...

Her brain messed up but she knew clearly that she couldn't go back with him.

However, Trevor's hand was so cold.

"Go upstairs." He held her hand stubbornly.

He was weak and had no strength. Christy could easily free herself from his grip, but she couldn't push him.

He stood in the cold wind, his eyes full of her. Christy's eyes and nose tuned red because of crying.

"Miss Christy, please go upstairs. Mr. Trevor is weak now. He can't stand in the cold wind." Jason said anxiously. He wanted to take off his coat and put it on Trevor but was worried that his coat had an unpleasant smell.

"Miss Christy, no matter what Mr. Trevor has done, can you talk with each other inside? It is the first time Mr. Trevor has gotten out. He did it because of you. Don't be mad, okay?" Jason stood before them, trying to shield them from the severe winds.

Christy moved her fingers. Trevor thought that she was going to run away again, so he tightened his grip and insisted, "Go upstairs."

Christy took a deep breath and compromised, "Alright, Let's go. I'll leave when you finish your words."

Trevor loosened a little and said, "Alright."

His hand was too cold. Christy held him back and pulled him towards the stairs. Behind her, Jason called in a panic, "I'm going to cook ginger soup for you. Please take care of Mr. Trevor and replace him a blanket Miss Christy."

Christy nodded. They walked up the stairs one after the other. When they arrived at the door, Christy entered the bathroom and asked, "Which basin serves for washing feet?"

Trevor was wiping his feet with a napkin. Hearing this, he paused for a while before saying, "the yellow one."

Christy picked the yellow basin and filled it with water. Then she found it a little difficult to carry it with one hand. At this moment, Trevor walked in and wrapped his hands around her back, holding the basin. He body was enclosed in his arms.