Her eyes were red and her expression numb as she stared at her swollen hands. A bitter smile touched the corners of her lips.
’Was it really necessary for him to humiliate like this, just because soone touched ?’
"Are they clean now? Can I go ho today?"
Tristan Grayson seed tired. He nodded, took two steps back, and casually shoved his hands into his pants pockets.
But when Mika Sumrs wasn’t looking, his brow furrowed slightly.
The hands in his pockets were actually just as red and swollen as Mika’s. While they were washing, he had covered her hands with his, so his were in no better shape than hers.
’He didn’t know what was wrong with him. When he saw that Chase Sinclair guy stop this woman and ask to be friends, he had wanted nothing more than to rush over and beat Chase to a pulp.’
’But he’d held back. This wasn’t the kind of anger he should be feeling.’
’Especially not for a woman like her.’
But when Chase Sinclair stuffed his business card into her hand, all of Tristan’s suppressed fury had finally broken loose.
’He’d felt that those fair, delicate hands were so eye-catching, so... dirty.’
Seeing him silent, leaning lazily against the wall with his eyes downcast, Mika Sumrs suddenly found him incredibly attractive. ’He really is handso,’ she thought. ’A single, casual gesture from him is enough to leave utterly captivated, to make forget who I am—and to forget how cruelly he just treated and humiliated .’
At that thought, she let out a self-deprecating laugh and quickly averted her gaze. "Well, I’ll be heading back now."
"I’ll take you."
Without waiting for her to move, Tristan Grayson walked out of the restroom ahead of her.
Mika Sumrs stared at Tristan Grayson’s back in astonishnt. ’He’s going to take ho?’
Tristan Grayson walked out of the restroom, assuming the woman would follow. But after walking so distance, he realized sothing was wrong. No one was behind him.
He frowned in confusion. Just as he was about to turn back to find her, soone called out from behind, "Tristan!"
Tristan Grayson recognized the voice instantly. His already grim expression darkened even further. After a few seconds of silence, he spun around and roared, "Cassian Jennings, you’d better have sothing important!"
Cassian Jennings was in the middle of whispering to the two beauties in his arms and was badly startled by Tristan’s shout.
"What’s wrong? I didn’t do anything to offend you, Young Master Grayson," Cassian Jennings said defensively, quickly pushing the two won away.
Tristan Grayson sneered and walked toward Cassian Jennings. "That guy, Chase Sinclair. Are you two close?"
"Chase Sinclair? Him? We’re on okay terms, I guess. We’ve raced together before." Not realizing the danger he was in, Cassian Jennings shrugged and answered casually.
"So, you’re close with him?"
Sothing suddenly occurred to Cassian Jennings. He raised an eyebrow, a gossipy look on his face. "Yeah, why? Did he piss you off?"
"Cassian Jennings, make a choice. You can either keep being friends with him, or with ."
"Is... is it that serious?" Cassian Jennings suddenly felt completely innocent. ’Chase Sinclair is the one who pissed off Tristan, so why am I the one getting dragged into it?’
"Think it over carefully." With that, Tristan Grayson turned his back on Cassian Jennings without a second glance and started back to find Mika Sumrs.
But when he turned around, he saw Mika Sumrs standing right behind him, watching.
His handso face flushed, and he suddenly felt like he’d been caught red-handed.
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