Free Web NovelChapter 493: Chapter 493: From This Moment On, I’ll Say I Love You (93)
It was nearing dusk, and on the way home from work, Archie Lockwood’s car was stuck in rush hour traffic.
He lifted his hand, closed the file he was holding, and habitually lowered the car window to look outside.
When he saw the slender figure of a woman on the sidewalk, his hand holding the file tightened slightly. His brow furrowed in displeasure, and he raised his hand to close the window before coldly turning his head away.
But what Archie Lockwood didn’t expect was that this glance would be their last for six years. By then, he would no longer be young, devoid of his former hatred and his former passion...
All he would want then was a simple, ordinary family life.
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After work, Tristan Grayson drove home. Seeing the house completely dark, his brows knitted together tightly.
He took out his phone and called Mika Summers, but the call was hung up the moment it connected.
He tried again and again, making over a dozen calls, but none of them connected.
Frustrated, Tristan Grayson smacked his head. After firing off more than a dozen text messages in a row, he finally opened the car door and got out.
Just as he reached the front door and took out his key to open it, the door suddenly swung open from the inside. The woman stood there in the doorway, phone in hand, staring right at him.
The moment Tristan Grayson saw her, he took a step forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. His voice trembled as he said, "I thought you’d left and were never coming back."
"Tristan Grayson, is that what you want? For me to leave?" ’Fighting and arguing with Tristan Grayson was incredibly painful for her, too. She hadn’t been in the mood to work all day, her mind consumed with one thought: what woman was Tristan really with?’
"Of course not! How could I possibly want you to leave? Please don’t scare me like this again, okay? If you really left, I wouldn’t know what to do."
"Save the sweet talk, Tristan Grayson. You still haven’t explained to me who you were messing around with that night."
"Okay, I’ll explain. As long as you don’t leave, as long as you’re willing to listen to my explanation."
Tristan Grayson stepped inside, turned on the living room lights, and, tightly holding her hand, led her to the sofa to sit down.
He meticulously explained to her what happened that night.
When Mika Summers heard it was Aria Joyce, her brows furrowed tightly, and her eyes grew even redder.
"Honey, I swear, I really wasn’t messing around with another woman!!!" Seeing she was still unhappy, Tristan Grayson nervously raised his hand to make an oath. "If I’m lying to you, I hope I get hit by a car and die the second I walk out the door tomorrow! No, I hope I get hit by a car the second I walk out now—"
Hearing Tristan Grayson’s words, Mika Summers grew tense. She quickly raised a hand to cover his mouth, her red lips pressed into a tight line as she shook her head slightly. "No, I believe you..."
Tristan Grayson wrapped his arms around Mika Summers, pulling her into a tight hug. He rested his chin on top of her head and said in a hoarse voice, "Honey, I’ve been a complete mess all day, my heart just about breaking from the pain. From now on, let’s never fight again. If I ever lose my temper with you for no reason like that again, you can hit me, you can yell at me, but please don’t just suddenly ignore me or disappear."
"I was in pain, too. It’s all your fault. If you didn’t want me working with Silas Kent, why did you agree to it in the first place?" ’He said all the right things, but his actions told a different story. It would have been a miracle if she wasn’t heartbroken and bitterly disappointed.’
Tristan Grayson loosened his embrace and looked down at her. "I was just jealous of him for a moment, and it made me lose my head. If it happens again, Honey, don’t say a word. Just kiss me, hard. I guarantee I won’t be able—or want—to stay angry with you then."
