Free Web NovelChapter 506: Chapter 506: Mika Summers VS Tristan Grayson (6)
"Miss Summers, why aren’t you listening to me? I want to thank Tristan in person." Aria Joyce was already speaking so directly, yet Mika Summers still tried to drive her away. She couldn’t contain her anger any longer and her voice rose.
"In person?" A cold smile touched Mika Summers’s lips. "It’s the same if you thank me."
"Miss Summers, don’t you think you’re going too far?" Aria Joyce demanded coldly, her hands clenched into fists.
Mika Summers shook her head, feigning confusion. "I don’t think so at all," she said coolly. "You nearly got my husband killed. Shouldn’t you be thanking me?"
"You... You’re being outrageous! The one who saved me was Tristan, not you! Get out of my way, I’m going to see Tristan." Aria Joyce’s usual composure was completely shattered by Mika Summers. She raised a hand to push Mika aside and tried to enter the room.
Mika Summers didn’t stop her, simply following her in with her arms crossed.
Just then, Tristan Grayson, who was already awake, acted as if he didn’t even see Aria Joyce. He just pushed himself up in bed and asked Mika Summers worriedly, "Honey, are you all right?"
"What do you think? I was trying to sleep in, and someone just had to wake me up first thing in the morning."
"Then let’s go home and you can sleep."
"Go home? In your condition?" Mika Summers snapped. She walked over and sat beside Tristan Grayson, turning her icy gaze on Aria Joyce. "Miss Joyce, didn’t you want to thank my Tristan in person? Go on."
Aria Joyce clenched her fists in anger. After shooting a furious glare at Mika Summers, she turned to Tristan Grayson, her voice choked with emotion as she began, "Tristan, thank you so, so much. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even be standing here talking to you right now."
"—" Just as Tristan Grayson was about to speak, a soft little hand suddenly latched onto his waist, pinching him hard.
He quickly turned to look at Mika Summers, giving her a strained smile and pleading with his eyes for her to let go.
But Mika Summers ignored him, her grip only tightening. Her eyes, however, were fixed on Aria Joyce. "Miss Joyce," she said in a cold, heavy tone, "we’ve heard you. You can go now. My Tristan needs his rest."
"Tristan, thank you again, really. After you’re discharged, I’d like to treat you to a meal to thank you properly."
"That’s not—" Before Tristan Grayson could finish, Mika Summers gave him another vicious pinch. His brow furrowed, and he immediately clamped his mouth shut.
Mika Summers smiled coldly at Aria Joyce. "That won’t be necessary. My Tristan is a very busy man. He doesn’t have time for dinner."
Seeing Mika Summers intercept her every attempt to speak with Tristan, Aria Joyce was so furious her nails dug into her palms. Yet, she did her best to maintain her smile and her usual graceful demeanor. "Alright, then. I’ll head back for now. Tristan, you get some rest. If you need anything at all, feel free to call me. I’m just in the room next door."
The words had barely left Aria Joyce’s lips when Mika Summers’s displeased voice cut in. "Don’t worry, my Tristan won’t be needing anything. Miss Joyce, you should just stay in your own room and focus on getting better."
"You—" Aria Joyce was so angry she felt the urge to rush over and slap Mika Summers. But what could she do? At the end of the day, she was the outsider here.
So, she could only swallow her anger and turn to leave.
Once Aria Joyce was gone, Tristan Grayson immediately spoke, his voice full of grievance. "Honey, can you let go of me now?"
