Free Web NovelChapter 137: Chapter 137: Tristan Sterling Rejects Vivian Linton
Tristan Sterling waved his hand.
The hotel manager and Connor Grant immediately excused themselves.
He walked to the bedside and saw Vivian Linton’s cheeks flushed red with fever. Her eyes were closed, and tears streamed from their corners.
She seemed to be having a terrible nightmare, shaking her head in agony and muttering restlessly.
"Vivian."
Tristan Sterling couldn’t make out her words. Seeing how delirious she was from the fever, he picked up a nearby towel and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
"Tristan... Tristan..."
As if sensing his presence, Vivian Linton’s hands flailed in the air.
She was like a drowning person desperately trying to clutch a final lifeline.
"I’m here."
Tristan Sterling took her hand.
She immediately gripped him back tightly, her voice hoarse with terror. "Run... It’s going to explode! The car is going to explode! Tristan, my leg... WAHHH... It hurts, it hurts so much..."
Tristan Sterling’s brow tightened.
It was obvious she was reliving the car accident in her dream.
"It’s okay. It’s all in the past."
The man’s voice was heavy as he comforted her softly.
"Tristan, I love you. I really, really love you..."
Vivian Linton took his hand and pressed it against her burning cheek, rubbing it gently. She looked utterly pitiful and aggrieved. "Don’t leave me, okay? I can’t live without you, Tristan..."
Perhaps in her distress, she kicked off the blanket unconsciously as she sobbed.
The stump of her left leg was starkly exposed to the air.
She had lost a leg to save him.
A young woman in the prime of her life, who should have had a wonderful future, was left with a lifelong disability because of her kindness.
Tristan Sterling gazed at Vivian Linton’s amputated leg, his eyes swirling with guilt.
"Tristan... Is that you, Tristan?"
Just then, Vivian Linton slowly opened her eyes, looking at him through a blur of tears.
Her voice was raw and broken, full of disbelief, as if afraid that he was just a figment of her dream.
"It’s me."
Tristan Sterling gently pulled the blanket back over her, his tone soft.
Tears instantly rained down Vivian Linton’s face as she cried wretchedly. "WAHH... Tristan, I thought you didn’t want me anymore! I thought you were never going to care about me again! WAHHH..."
She cried heartbreakingly.
But her sorrow was nine parts feigned and one part real.
Vivian Linton was doing it on purpose.
She had deliberately fallen into the pool, deliberately given herself a fever, and was deliberately saying these things to stir Tristan Sterling’s guilt. frёeωebɳovel.com
In the lounge at the banquet, she had seen him pull Holly Sinclair’s hand, the possessiveness in his eyes so intense.
In that instant, she had truly panicked.
’In his marriage to Holly, if he doesn’t want to let go, then all my efforts are for nothing.’
’I can’t just stand by and watch that scheming bitch Holly snatch him away!’
’So I have to work hard to awaken his "conscience." ’
’I have to keep him feeling guilty. Only then can I continue to occupy his heart.’
’So what if that slut Holly deliberately schemed to get pregnant with Tristan’s child? As long as Tristan’s heart is with me, Holly can’t stir up any trouble.’
As expected!
Watching Vivian Linton sobbing her heart out, Tristan Sterling was visibly moved.
"Don’t let your imagination run wild. I won’t abandon you."
He gently wiped the tears from her face and replied in a low voice.
’It’s my responsibility that Vivian ended up like this.’
’She saved me. Without her, I would have been blown to pieces in that car crash.’
’Vivian is so deeply in love with me. I shouldn’t betray her feelings.’
Having gotten his assurance, Vivian Linton was satisfied.
Although she had orchestrated everything, the sickness was real, and the physical discomfort was real, too.
Her head was dizzy from the fever. After getting the answer she wanted, Vivian Linton finally relaxed.
She fell into a deep sleep.
...
「The next day.」
Tristan Sterling had sat by Vivian Linton’s bedside all night.
After dawn, he went into the hallway to call Connor Grant, telling him to pick him up from the hospital in an hour.
After finishing the call, he returned to the hospital room.
The moment he pushed the door open, a soft body threw itself into his arms.
"Tristan~"
Vivian Linton pressed her cheek against his chest, her voice a coquettish, drawn-out purr.
"Why are you out of bed? Your fever just broke." Tristan Sterling’s sharp brows furrowed slightly as he gently pushed her away.
But she suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around his waist. "Tristan, just hold me. Please don’t reject me—"
"Vivian!"
Tristan Sterling’s voice was a low, sharp reprimand. He understood instantly.
She was throwing herself at him.
He tried to push her away.
"Tristan, I love you, I really can’t live without you..." But Vivian Linton refused to let go, pouring her heart out to him with a pitiful look.
Tristan Sterling glanced down and realized she was no longer in her hospital gown, but had changed into a sexy, gossamer-thin nightdress.
Her delicate figure was tantalizingly visible, mysterious and alluring.
Vivian Linton decided to take a gamble.
’I want to be Tristan Sterling’s woman in every sense of the word. I want to secure my position as Mrs. Sterling by bearing his child.’
’I can’t wait any longer!’
’For so many years, he’s pampered me, loved me, and treated me so well, but he’s never been willing to touch me.’
Vivian Linton refused to believe she lacked charm.
’She thought it must be because he didn’t want to wrong her.’
’He must desire me, too.’
’Since he’s so principled, I’ll just have to be the one to make the first move.’
With that thought, Vivian Linton stood on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss on the man.
"Tristan."
She called his name shyly, her eyes full of flirtatious desire as she looked up at him.
She had expected to see his eyes filled with passion and anticipation, but the dark eyes she met were utterly calm.
’He doesn’t want me!’
The realization struck Vivian Linton like a blow.
Her chest instantly filled with jealousy, hatred, and resentment.
’Why is it like this?!’
’Why can he have such intense desire for Holly Sinclair...’
’...while I’ve served myself up to him on a platter, and he can still remain so composed?!’
’I even made the first move!’
"Tristan, you still look down on me, don’t you? You think I’m not good enough for you, right?" Vivian Linton’s eyes instantly welled with tears, a picture of hurt and humiliation.
"Of course not."
"Then why won’t you have me?"
Tristan Sterling’s eyes darkened slightly. "Vivian, I’ve told you many times, I am a married man—"
"I don’t mind!"
"But I do!"
"Tristan!" Vivian Linton was both furious and anxious, her eyes turning red.
Tristan Sterling said nothing, his expression freezing over.
Having an extramarital affair was the one thing he despised most.
Years ago, Zachary Sterling had been unfaithful in his marriage and had gone to great lengths to bring his illegitimate son, Brandon Sterling, into the Sterling family, causing indelible harm to him and his mother.
He would never allow his own children to suffer the same humiliation.
Therefore, even if he didn’t love Holly Sinclair, he would never fool around on the side.
That was his principle!
Not wanting to explain further, Tristan Sterling gripped Vivian Linton’s shoulders, intending to push her away.
Just then, Vivian Linton’s sharp ears caught the sound of familiar footsteps stopping outside the room. freeweɓnovel.cøm
A sinister, triumphant glint flashed in her eyes.
The next second, she forcefully threw herself at the unsuspecting man, tackling him.
They both tumbled onto the bed in a very compromising position.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
At the same time, following three light knocks, the door was pushed open.
"Dr. Quincy—"
