"Why should I?" Tristan Grayson’s lips twisted into a self-deprecating smirk. He opened the car door, got out, and closed in on Mika Sumrs, looming over her. "Back then, when all you wanted was to die, did you ever spare a thought for Kiki? Did you ever think about our son being left without a mother?"
The old wounds were ripped open again by Tristan Grayson. Mika Sumrs’s eyes reddened as her heart ached with a familiar numbness. "Tristan Grayson, you have no right to say that to !" ’If it weren’t for those crazy won he’d gotten tangled up with, would I have been driven to the point of collapse?’
"You’re right. I have no right." Tristan Grayson raised his fist and slamd it into the car behind him, as if trying to vent all his frustration and regret.
It felt as if his fist had struck Mika Sumrs’s own heart. She suppressed her emotions, forcing herself to appear strong. "Tristan Grayson, I want to see my son." ’I have to take my son and get out of here. Leave this place for good.’
’She wasn’t as strong as she’d thought, nor as heartless. When faced with Tristan Grayson, she was still the sa pathetic Mika Sumrs she’d always been.’
A flicker of darkness crossed Tristan Grayson’s eyes. He slowly retracted his fist and turned to face Mika Sumrs. "You want to see him? Fine. Spend one night with , and I’ll let you."
SMACK! A heavy slap landed across Tristan Grayson’s face. Mika Sumrs’s eyes were blazing as she spoke in a cold voice, "Tristan Grayson, I can’t believe you’re still so despicable!"
Tristan Grayson lowered his head slightly, raising a hand to touch his smarting right cheek. A pang of pain went through his heart, but his lips curved into a derisive smirk. He laughed. "Are you done? If not, feel free to continue."
"—" Mika Sumrs’s body trembled slightly. She hastily drew back her hand and turned away, not daring to look at Tristan Grayson again.
’Even after two years, it seed all her old fear had been dredged up in an instant.’
Seeing her slender fra, Tristan Grayson’s brow furrowed in anguish. As if acting on instinct, he reached out from behind and wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
Mika Sumrs froze for a mont, then began to struggle violently. "Let go of !"
"Tristan Grayson, you bastard, let go!"
...
No matter how much she struggled or cursed him, he continued to hold her tightly, not loosening his grip in the slightest.
Mika Sumrs grew tired. She didn’t want to struggle anymore. Forcing herself to calm down as quickly as she could, her lips curved into a cold sneer. "Tristan Grayson, what’s the point of this?"
"Then tell , what should I do? What do I have to do for you to co back to ? What do I have to do for you to... forgive ..."
Mika Sumrs struggled harder, her voice dripping with scorn. "Tristan Grayson, are you ssing with ? Do you still think I’m the sa Mika Sumrs who used to do nothing but cling to you?"
"It was all my fault before. Everything was my fault, Mika. Just give one more chance, I swear I won’t..."
Just then, a car screeched to a halt beside them. "Tristan Grayson! Let her go!"
But Tristan Grayson only held Mika Sumrs tighter, refusing to let go. His gaze, however, shifted to the man in the sports car.
’He was certain this was the sa man who had been in Mika’s car the other night.’
Mika Sumrs began to struggle with even more force. "Tristan Grayson, let go!"
"Who is he?" Tristan Grayson asked through gritted teeth.
"It’s none of your business who he is! Let go!"
Seeing that the two had no intention of separating, Silas Kent slamd his car door shut and stalked toward them...
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