Free Web NovelChapter 488: Chapter 488: From This Moment On, I Say I Love You (88)
"Miss Joyce, show some respect!" Suddenly finding himself in her embrace, Tristan Grayson’s anger flared. He fought the urge to kick her away as he spoke in a cold voice.
Aria Joyce clung to him, her voice trembling as she sobbed, "Tristan, I refuse to believe you don’t know I have feelings for you. For over two years, haven’t I made it obvious enough?"
With a grim expression, Tristan Grayson forcefully pushed her away. "Miss Joyce, your feelings are your own business. They have nothing to do with me. So, please, have some self-respect. Don’t make me look down on you."
With that, Tristan Grayson shook off her arm and turned to leave.
Aria Joyce watched his retreating figure, wanting to chase after him. ’But she was Aria Joyce!’
Her status simply wouldn’t permit such behavior. She stumbled back a few steps, slid down against the wall, and buried her face, breaking into sobs.
「Newcroft, Villa District.」
When Tristan Grayson got home, he saw a light on upstairs, but the ground-floor living room was dark.
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Mika might already be asleep.
He opened the door, closed it behind him, and slipped off his shoes. Just as he was about to head upstairs...
However, he had only taken two steps when—CLICK—the living room lights flashed on. On the sofa, Mika Summers sat cross-legged, remote in hand. Her eyes were red as she stared at him coldly.
"Not asleep yet?" Tristan Grayson froze for a second before quickly recovering.
Mika Summers didn’t answer. She uncrossed her legs, tossed the remote onto the sofa, and headed for the stairs.
Seeing her ignore him, he didn’t have time to think twice and hurried after her.
Mika went upstairs and walked into the bedroom. Once inside, she turned and moved to slam the door shut.
SLAM— The door shut tight.
Tristan Grayson stopped in his tracks, his expression turning grim.
After a long moment of composing himself, Tristan Grayson finally walked to the door, turned the knob, and went inside.
He looked at the woman sitting on the bed and spoke in a hoarse, pitiful voice, "Honey, I was wrong. Please, don’t be angry anymore, okay?"
Mika spun around, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it at him. "Tristan Grayson, are you tired of me already? If you are, just say it! It’s not like we’re married yet. There’s still time to back out." ’Worst-case scenario, she’d just go back to her old life. She, Mika Summers, wasn’t someone who couldn’t live without Tristan Grayson.’
Her words made Tristan’s heart clench. He caught the pillow and hurried toward her, explaining frantically, "No! How could I ever be tired of you?" ’He wished he could keep her by his side every second of the day; how could he possibly be tired of her?’
As Tristan Grayson drew near, Mika suddenly caught the strong stench of alcohol on him, mingled with the scent of a woman’s perfume. Her face turned deathly pale, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Suppressing a storm of emotions, she scooted aside, evading his grasp.
