Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 38: Afraid
However, such hopes were nothing but a fantasy.
Even if he threw caution to the wind and married Maggie Monroe, they would never be able to have children.
His parents would ultimately be disappointed in him, and his grandmother would not be able to rest in peace.
’Since the one to bear his child could never be Maggie Monroe, then what did it matter who it was?’
’Just a tool to carry on the Grayson family line.’
At this thought, a sudden glint appeared in Tristan Grayson’s bloodshot eyes.
Mika Summers was sitting on the edge of the bed, her flustered gaze darting about, when suddenly, the man on the bed sat up and stared directly at her.
A Tristan Grayson like this terrified her to her very core.
She instinctively shuffled backward.
Tristan Grayson merely sneered at her reaction, spitting out two words, "Come here!"
’Come here?’
"Come here! Don’t make me say it a third time!" Seeing she hadn’t moved, Tristan Grayson’s face darkened with impatience as he roared.
"Oh..." As scared as she was, as much as she didn’t dare to approach, she couldn’t bring herself to defy Tristan Grayson. She could only force herself to walk toward him.
Just as she was about to reach Tristan Grayson’s side, he suddenly shot out a hand, yanked her arm fiercely, and threw her onto the bed.
Startled by Tristan Grayson’s actions, her eyes widened in terror. She scrambled to push herself up with her hands.
But before she could sit up, Tristan Grayson lunged at her, pinning her to the bed and pressing her hands down hard.
Faced with this series of actions from Tristan Grayson, Mika Summers was already frightened to the point of tears.
Her face was ashen as she asked in a low, trembling, and anxious voice, "Tristan, what... what are you doing?"
"Heh... Don’t you have feelings for me? Today, I’ll grant your wish," Tristan Grayson said, his lips twisting into a cold, mocking smirk.
Hearing Tristan Grayson’s words, her entire body froze.
’It was true she had feelings for Tristan Grayson, but that didn’t mean he could just trample all over her dignity like this.’
Seeing the pained expression on her face, an inexplicable surge of anger rose in Tristan Grayson, one he couldn’t suppress. He pinned her hands above her head with his left hand and used his right to seize her chin. His tone was flippant and contemptuous. "Why aren’t you saying anything? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?" ’Still putting on this pathetic act for me. As if I actually want to touch her.’
Without waiting for Mika Summers’ reaction, he quickly tore off her outer jacket.
As Tristan threw the jacket to the floor, Mika Summers shuddered violently, finally snapping back to reality. With red-rimmed eyes, she raised a hand to stop his advance. "Tristan Grayson, I know you’re heartbroken that your grandmother is gone, but you can’t do this to me..." ’In the past, no matter how cruel or harsh Tristan Grayson’s words had been, he had never laid a hand on her like this. She was scared. She was truly, utterly scared.’
Already seething with rage, Tristan Grayson’s bloodshot eyes seemed to turn even redder upon hearing Mika Summers’ words, looking so terrifying it was as if they were about to drip blood.
He stared hard at Mika Summers, his vicious words stabbing into her heart without a moment’s hesitation. "Miss Summers, stop pretending to be so pure. Don’t think for a second that I’ll let you go just because of this act!"
"I... Mmph..." ’I’m not pretending. Why would I pretend?’ But he didn’t give her a chance to speak, cutting her off by covering her mouth with his.
