Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 107: Ruthless

She knew her next words would only be humiliating herself. But she still turned, a scornful smile on her face as she said, "Then I want you to fall in love with me, just like you love that other woman."

"Tristan Grayson, if I’m the one asking, can you do it?" ’Didn’t he say he’d give me whatever I wanted?’

’Fine. What she wanted now was Tristan Grayson’s heart.’

’If he could just give her that, she could let everything else go, stop keeping score.’

"..." Tristan Grayson’s expression stiffened slightly, growing incredibly complex.

’Love her the same way he loved that woman?’

"You can’t do it? Heh, Tristan Grayson, if you can do that, I’ll stay." By now, her heart had ached to the point of numbness. Aside from a burning hatred, she felt nothing else.

Hearing this, Tristan Grayson’s chest tightened. He said coldly, "Alright. I agree."

At his words, Mika Summers froze for a moment, then let out a scornful laugh.

’This was the answer she’d wanted to hear, yet she still felt so miserable.’

She closed her eyes briefly and said mockingly, "Young Master Grayson, so... full... of... love. To think you’d even agree to a request like that. Sometimes, I really have to wonder... is your love for Miss Monroe even real?"

’She had expected Tristan Grayson to refuse. She never imagined he would agree instantly, without a moment’s thought.’

’So this was the real Tristan Grayson, wasn’t it? A cold, heartless man.’

’Even toward the woman he supposedly loved so deeply, he was still capable of such cold-bloodedness.’

Mika Summers truly pitied that woman. The envy and jealousy she’d once felt for her were now replaced with pity. It was pathetic, almost laughable.

Her taunt instantly infuriated Tristan Grayson. He shot out a hand and gripped Mika Summers’s wrist tightly. "What the hell do you want?"

’He’d already agreed to her demand. Why was she still not... satisfied?’

’And now she even dared to question his feelings for Maggie Monroe.’

"I don’t want anything. I just can’t stand how fickle you are."

"I see. It seems a woman can’t be spoiled after all. Miss Summers, since you’ve said something you shouldn’t have... shouldn’t I... give... you... a... proper... punishment?"

Mika Summers’s pupils constricted. "..." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Tristan Grayson sneered. "It seems that last... pun... ish... ment... wasn’t enough to leave a lasting impression on you, Miss Summers." ’That must be why she dares to let her imagination run wild like this.’

At his words, Mika Summers couldn’t help but... shud... der. It was obvious that the... last... time... had left a scar on her psyche.

Seeing her face gradually turn pale, the smile on Tristan Grayson’s lips grew more sinister. "A woman of mine, of Tristan Grayson’s, should be obedient. Only then, will I..."

"You... bastard... Tristan Grayson, you bastard... you bastard..."

...But at this moment, how could Tristan Grayson possibly heed the woman’s pleas for mercy? No, perhaps he did hear them. He just wasn’t willing to stop, nor did he want to.

’In his eyes, a disobedient woman like her needed to be... taught... a... proper... lesson. Only after she’d had her lesson would she finally... learn... to... be... have.’

「An unknown amount of time passed.」

Her head was spinning, her face deathly pale. Her tightly clenched fists slowly, slowly went limp...