Free Web NovelChapter 512: Chapter 512: Mika Summers vs. Tristan Grayson (12)
Some people... the more annoyed you are by them, the less you want to see them, the more they seem to hang around in your face at every moment.
Take Aria Joyce, for example...
That evening, Mika Summers was only gone long enough to get some food. When she came back, she saw Aria Joyce in their hospital room.
Aria Joyce had her arms full of snacks, which she set down on the bed. She sat on the edge of the mattress and began pointing out each item to Tristan Grayson, describing them one by one.
At this sight, Mika Summers strode right in and slammed the food container in her hands down on the table.
Tristan Grayson reached over to take the food container, then looked at Aria Joyce and said coolly, "Miss Joyce, I’m going to eat now. You should leave."
"Tristan, I had these bought especially for you," Aria Joyce persisted. "Try some. They’re delicious."
Hearing Aria Joyce’s words, Mika Summers crossed her arms and sneered. "Well, Tristan, since Miss Joyce bought these especially for you, then by all means, eat them."
Tristan Grayson looked up at Mika Summers with a wounded expression. "Honey, you know I never eat junk food."
"—" Aria Joyce’s face fell, but she fought to keep her practiced smile in place.
Mika Summers snorted, her tone dripping with acid. "But *Miss Joyce* bought them especially for you. It wouldn’t be right not to eat them."
"I’m not eating it, period," Tristan Grayson said coldly. He opened the food container and glanced at the very plain rice porridge inside, his brow furrowing slightly.
Aria Joyce leaned forward to peer into Tristan’s container. When she saw it was nothing more than incredibly plain rice porridge, she pouted and looked at Mika Summers with dissatisfaction. "Miss Summers, Tristan is supposed to be recovering right now. How can you bring him such unpresentable food to eat?"
"The doctor said he should be eating something light right now. As for you, Miss Joyce, don’t you think you’re overstepping?"
"Miss Summers, what’s that supposed to mean? Tristan saved my life. Am I not allowed to care about whether he’s eating properly?"
"Fine, of course it’s fine. Tristan Grayson, now that you have Miss Joyce to care about you, I guess you don’t need me to stay here with you anymore. Drink it or don’t—I don’t care." Finished, Mika Summers angrily turned to storm out.
Tristan Grayson’s hand shot out, grabbing her tightly. "Honey, when did I say I wasn’t going to drink it? No matter what you bring me, I love it."
Aria Joyce stood up in frustration. "Tristan, how can you let yourself be treated like this? I have chicken soup in my room that my mom brewed for me. I’ll go get it for you right now." With that, Aria Joyce started to leave.
Tristan’s expression darkened. He stopped her with a cold voice, "That’s not necessary, Miss Joyce. I don’t like chicken soup. What’s more, I don’t like having other people’s leftovers."
"Tristan, I haven’t touched the chicken soup..." Aria Joyce explained hurriedly, assuming Tristan thought she was offering him her leftovers.
Realizing it was impossible to get through to Aria Joyce, Tristan’s head began to throb. "Miss Joyce, please take your things and get out. Right now."
Hearing this, Aria Joyce’s expression faltered, and her eyes began to well up. "Tristan, what... what did you just say?"
"I said, take this junk food of yours and get out! Now! Miss Joyce, don’t make me repeat myself a third time!"
Hearing Tristan Grayson’s furious roar, Aria Joyce bit her lip and turned to flee the room.
Watching Aria Joyce, Mika Summers frowned and called out urgently, "Wait a second!"
