Free Web NovelChapter 505: Chapter 505: Mika Summers VS Tristan Grayson (5)
Tristan Grayson held her tightly, comforting her in a soft voice. "I’m not going to die. I won’t. I have you now. How could I bear to die?"
"Tristan Grayson, you bastard! If you dare lie to me, or if you ever meddle in another woman’s business again, I swear you’ll never see me again!"
"I swear, from now on, any woman who isn’t my wife is none of my business. Even if one of them dropped dead in front of me, I wouldn’t even blink."
"Hmph. Stop with the pretty words, Tristan Grayson. I want you to prove it with your actions." Mika Summers pouted, hugging him tightly. "And another thing—from now on, you’re not going anywhere without my permission," she added in a bossy, cold tone.
"Okay, okay, okay. From now on, I’m not going anywhere without an order from my dear wife! I’ll just stay right here with my dear wife!"
A few sweet words from Tristan Grayson were all it took to finally soothe Mika Summers’s anger.
She sat up, moving off Tristan, and looked at his weak, pale, handsome face. Her voice choked with heartache as she asked, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"
"No. It’s alright, don’t worry. I just soaked in the tub a little too long, that’s all. It’s not that serious."
Mika Summers sat down in a chair and crossed her arms in frustration. "Hmph. ’Not that serious.’ Easy for you to say."
Seeing her adorable, angry expression, Tristan Grayson couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
"What are you laughing at!" Hearing Tristan Grayson laugh, Mika Summers snapped.
"Darling, I finally see who Kiki gets his prickly personality from."
Mika Summers’s expression darkened, and she glared at Tristan Grayson. "Who do you think? He gets it from you!"
Hearing this, Tristan Grayson gave a couple of awkward coughs, then said with an indulgent smile, "Alright, he takes after me. It’s all me. He’s my son, so it’s only natural he’d be like me."
"Good, as long as you know it!" Mika Summers retorted.
"Mhm, I know. Our son takes after me, and so does my wife."
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The next morning, Mika Summers was still asleep, nestled in Tristan Grayson’s arms, when a knock sounded at the door.
She glanced at Tristan Grayson, who was still asleep, then quietly lifted the covers and slipped out of bed to open the door.
When she opened the door, she found Aria Joyce standing there.
The moment she saw Aria Joyce, Mika’s expression froze. A few seconds later, her usual chilly demeanor returned, and she asked coldly, "Miss Joyce, can I help you?"
Hearing the coldness in Mika Summers’s tone, Aria Joyce managed a faint smile on her pale face and shook her head slightly. "It’s nothing, really. I just wanted to come and see Tristan. Is he awake?" As she spoke, she craned her neck, trying to see inside the room.
Mika Summers scoffed, placing a hand on the door to block the other woman’s view. "Tristan isn’t awake yet," she said, her voice cold with displeasure. "If that’s all, Miss Joyce, you should go back and rest."
"I just wanted to see Tristan. If it weren’t for him last night, I might be dead right now. I want to thank him in person." Aria Joyce swallowed her pride; this was the first time she had ever spoken to another woman so humbly.
Just hearing Aria Joyce call him ’Tristan’ made Mika Summers’s skin crawl. Her tone grew even colder. "I understand what you’re saying, Miss Joyce. I’ll pass the message to Tristan when he wakes up. So, you can go back and rest easy."
