Seeing Kiki looking so aggrieved, his eyes welling up with tears, made Mika Sumrs’s heart ache. She pulled Kiki into her arms and glared up at Tristan Grayson. "Tristan Grayson, why did you yell at him?"
"It’s perfectly normal to scold a child when he does sothing wrong," Tristan Grayson explained helplessly.
"Kiki is my son, and I forbid you from ever using that tone with him again." Hearing Tristan Grayson’s matter-of-fact tone, Mika Sumrs’s heart shattered. ’I can’t even imagine how he treated Kiki during the two-plus years I was gone.’
At the thought, Mika Sumrs hugged Kiki even tighter, as if afraid Tristan Grayson would snatch him away.
Tristan Grayson’s brow furrowed deeply. "Mika Sumrs, he’s my son too."
"No, he’s not! I’m the one who gave birth to Kiki. He’s my son, and mine alone."
’Alone?’ Tristan Grayson walked over to the sofa, irritated, and sat down.
Mika Sumrs gently released Kiki and asked with a smile, "Kiki, how about Mommy takes you out? We can get sothing to eat, and then go to the mall. I’ll buy you anything you like."
Kiki first snuck a glance at Tristan Grayson. Seeing no reaction from him, Kiki turned back to Mika Sumrs and nodded.
"Alright, let’s go," Mika Sumrs said happily, scooping Kiki up into her arms.
Just then, Tristan Grayson coolly rose from the sofa.
Mika Sumrs just frowned and shot him a cold glance. Not thinking much of it, she turned and walked toward the door with Kiki in her arms.
With a grim expression, Tristan Grayson followed the mother and son.
Mika Sumrs walked quickly with Kiki in her arms. Once outside, she placed Kiki in the front passenger seat. By the ti she had finished buckling his seatbelt, Tristan Grayson had locked the apartnt door and was standing beside the car.
Mika Sumrs’s anger flared the mont she saw him. "What do you think you’re doing?"
"I’m hungry too, and I need to eat," Tristan Grayson said matter-of-factly, reaching for the rear door handle.
This made Mika Sumrs even angrier. She clamped her hand down on his. "If you need to eat, go by yourself! Stop following us."
"Kiki asked to co," Tristan Grayson said with a helpless shrug.
"Kiki? Tristan Grayson, do you think I’m blind?" ’He’s the one shalessly tagging along, and now he has the nerve to bla Kiki...’
However, no sooner had the words left Mika Sumrs’s mouth than Kiki pouted from the front seat and said sullenly, "If Daddy isn’t going, I’m not going either."
Tristan Grayson’s lips curved into a roguish smirk. He gave Mika Sumrs a provocative arch of his eyebrows.
Mika Sumrs was so furious she wanted to send him flying with a kick. But for the sake of pleasing her son, she was powerless and could only back down. She released Tristan Grayson’s hand, raising her own into a tight fist. She spat out harshly at him, "Tristan Grayson, you are truly... utterly... shaless!!"
Tristan Grayson caught her small fist in his hand. He leaned in, his other arm wrapping firmly around her waist and pinning her against the car. "Mm," he said, his voice laced with a wicked confidence. "This is only the beginning!" ’As long as I can keep her by my side, what does it matter if I have to be a little shaless?’
’And what does it matter if my thods are a bit despicable?’
"You bastard, let go of !" Mika Sumrs struggled, shoving him away. She spun around, flipping her hair back, and snarled, "Tristan Grayson, I’m warning you! Don’t you dare get handsy with , or you’ll regret it!"
Tristan Grayson scoffed, completely unfazed. "And how will I regret it?"
"You’ll see!" Mika Sumrs said coldly, her hands clenched into fists.
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