Free Web NovelChapter 487: Chapter 487: From This Moment On, I’ll Say I Love You (87)
Mika Summers waited all night for Tristan Grayson to come back, but he never did. He didn’t even call or send a single text.
Mika didn’t know how to describe her feelings. More than just heartache, it was a deep, bitter sorrow...
She was even starting to wonder if the happy life they’d been living lately was real or just a fantasy.
She didn’t go to work. Instead, she curled up on the sofa and watched TV with her two children.
Maybe it was because she wanted to wait for Tristan Grayson to come home. Just wait for him to return...
’I have to ask him what exactly happened last night.’
’If he really can’t bring himself to trust me, then there’s no point in us continuing like this.’
’The kind of married life we used to have truly terrified me...’
’His behavior was showing me that old version of him again—domineering, unreasonable, and selfish.’
「Vespera.」
The group of them didn’t get to sleep until around six or seven in the morning, so by the time they woke up, it was already evening.
Tristan Grayson got up from the sofa, his brow furrowed from a splitting headache. He raised his wrist to check the time, and when he saw it was already past eight in the evening, he got to his feet and kicked Ian Shaw, who was still asleep nearby. "Get up! Everybody, wake up!"
"Tristan Grayson, what the fuck are you doing? You kicked the shit out of me." Jolted from his sleep by the hard kick, Ian Shaw tumbled right off the sofa. Rubbing his rear with bleary eyes, he scrambled to his feet and roared furiously at Tristan Grayson.
"This is all your fault! Why the hell did you have to come over last night? Look at what time it is now!" ’I haven’t been home all day. I have no idea if Mika is upset.’
At that thought, Tristan Grayson kicked Ian Shaw again. "Ian Shaw, you’re responsible for waking up Cassian Jennings and getting him home safe!"
"Tristan Grayson, you son of a bitch, get back here! If you’ve got the balls, stay and fight me one-on-one!"
"I don’t have time for your bullshit! I’ve got a wife and kids at home!"
Outside the private room, Tristan Grayson’s handsome brows knitted together again. He’d drunk too much, and now his head felt like it was about to explode.
As he walked, he pulled his phone from his pocket. He looked down at it, and when he saw no missed calls from her, his expression turned ugly.
Because he wasn’t watching where he was going, a woman bumped right into him.
He didn’t manage to dodge, and the phone in his hand was knocked to the ground.
Tristan Grayson looked up, his face cold and dark, at the woman who had bumped into him. When he recognized her, his expression grew even grimmer. He had no intention of speaking to her, so he moved past, bent down to pick up his phone, and turned to leave.
But the woman suddenly reached out, grabbing his arm tightly. Her voice was thick with sobs and wounded pride when she spoke. "Tristan, I’m in a bad mood tonight. Can you stay and talk with me for a bit?"
"I’m sorry, Miss Joyce, but I have something to do. I can’t stay with you." Tristan Grayson turned to the side and coldly brushed her hand away.
"Tristan Grayson, I’m just asking you to stay with me for a little while. Is that too much to ask?"
A complicated look flashed in Tristan Grayson’s eyes. He ignored the woman and instead took out his phone, intending to call Ian Shaw.
’Seeing Aria like this, she must be drunk. Otherwise, given her personality, she’d never say something like that.’
’Even though I don’t like Aria, I know someone back in the room who’s crazy about her. He’d probably be more than willing to talk with her...’
Seeing that Tristan Grayson hadn’t left, Aria Joyce thought he had agreed. She grew bolder, stepping forward and throwing her arms around him. Her voice was a choked sob as she asked, "Tristan, why are you doing this to me?"
