"Co on, Tristan, what on earth did Chase Sinclair do to piss you off? Isn’t it enough if I go beat him up for you? Do you have to be so cruel to , too?" Cassian Jennings clearly hadn’t noticed that sothing was off with Tristan Grayson. He was still agonizing over Tristan’s earlier remark.
’Chase Sinclair? Beat him up?’
Mika Sumrs looked at Tristan Grayson in shock when she heard Cassian Jennings’s words.
To her, Chase Sinclair had just been a stranger. There was no need to pay him any special attention.
But when she heard Tristan Grayson was going to send soone to beat up Chase Sinclair, a spark of fear ignited in her, and she felt an even deeper sense of guilt toward this man she didn’t even know.
’It was truly his misfortune to get mixed up with her.’
If an innocent person got beaten up because of her, she would never be able to live with herself.
Tristan Grayson’s expression instantly darkened.
On pure reflex, he started to explain. But when his eyes t hers, he gave a self-mocking smile and swallowed the words he was about to say.
’Why should I explain myself to her? There’s nothing to explain. Besides, I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong.’
’She is my wife—Tristan Grayson’s wife, even if only in na. She was being harassed by another man. It’s perfectly normal for to teach that man a lesson.’
Her eyes red-rimd, Mika Sumrs walked toward Tristan Grayson. With every step, a sharp pain lanced through her heart.
’Why did I fall for a man like this? Why did I fall in love with a man like this?’
’I hate him so much. So, so much. I hate Tristan Grayson, but I hate myself even more.’
’I hate myself for falling hopelessly in love with him, ti and ti again.’
’Just a few days ago, I had finally, finally managed to get away from him.’
’I didn’t have to step back into this cage. Why did I have to be so weak? Why did I agree to help him one last ti?’
Looking at the woman before him, Tristan Grayson felt a sense of panic for the first ti in his life.
’Why is this woman looking at like that?’
’Is it because she heard Cassian Jennings say he was going to beat up that Chase Sinclair guy? Is her heart aching for him?’
Mika Sumrs stared intently at Tristan Grayson, demanding in a cold voice, "Tristan Grayson, do you really hate this much?"
Tristan’s face was grim. ’Hate her? I’m supposed to hate her, but...’ He found he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He opened his mouth several tis, but the words wouldn’t co out.
Cassian Jennings, who was standing to the side, also sensed that sothing was wrong.
He glanced from Tristan’s face, which was cold enough to freeze hell over, to the heartbroken woman before him. A gossipy look crossed his face as he stroked his chin, sizing the two of them up.
’So it’s true,’ she thought. ’He really does hate . He hates so much he won’t even speak to .’
Swallowing back her tears, she said in a trembling voice, "If you hate , you can do whatever you want to . Why do you have to drag other people into this?"
"So, you’re defending him?" Tristan Grayson let out a cold laugh as he listened to her.
’I knew it.’
"Yes. This is between us, so why did you have to drag soone else into it? Tristan Grayson, I told you I was going to leave! Why are you still treating like this?"
By the end, Mika Sumrs was so agitated that she pointed at Tristan Grayson and yelled, "Tristan Grayson, you’ve gone too far!"
Tristan Grayson grabbed her hand, his gaze turning vicious as he glared at her. He enunciated each word, "Don’t forget, you are my wife! Tristan Grayson’s wife!"
’She had said so much, but all he’d heard was that one word: leave. So she wants to leave? To leave him so she can be with that other man?’
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