Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 48: Vespera
Tristan Grayson got in the car first. Seeing her still standing there, he reminded her with clear dissatisfaction, "Aren’t you getting in?"
"Oh..." She snapped out of her daze, pulled open the passenger door, and got inside.
Once she was inside, Tristan Grayson turned the wheel and drove away from the Grayson Family’s villa.
Just as they were about to enter the city, Tristan Grayson finally spoke. "Tonight, find an excuse to tell Mom and Dad we can’t stay the night."
"Why? Now that Grandma’s gone, aren’t we supposed to hold a vigil?" she asked, frowning in confusion at Tristan’s words.
"If you want to hold a vigil, no one’s stopping you." ’Of course he was supposed to hold a vigil, but he knew that if they stayed, his parents would definitely force him to share a room with this woman.’
’Over the next few days, they would be forced together even more.’
’So, he could only fail his grandmother.’
’The thought that his grandmother was dead and he couldn’t even hold a vigil by her side filled him with hatred!’
He slammed a fist on the steering wheel in anger. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a van in the rearview mirror, tailing them.
’He thought he’d seen it flash by when he first got in the car.’
’He hadn’t paid it any mind then, but seeing it still tailing them now, his guard went up.’
He glanced at the woman beside him and commanded coldly, "Buckle up. Hold on tight!"
"Oh." Though she didn’t know what Tristan was about to do, she obediently buckled her seatbelt.
Seeing that she had buckled up, Tristan Grayson floored the accelerator. After shooting forward about ten meters, he yanked the wheel, then slammed on the gas again, leaving the van far behind.
But the moment he slowed down, the van reappeared in his rearview mirror.
A wicked smile touched his lips as he pulled out his phone and called Cassian Jennings.
"Hello?" Cassian Jennings answered after two rings.
He glanced at the rearview mirror again and asked coldly, "Where are you?"
"Vespera—"
"Good. I’m on my way." Without waiting for a reply, he tossed the phone aside.
He wrenched the wheel, speeding down the road.
A moment later, he had lost the van completely.
Twenty minutes later, he brought her to Vespera Bar.
Before getting out of the car, Tristan called Henry Archer and told him to investigate who was in that van.
Mika Summers stared at the words "Vespera Bar," completely frozen in place.
’This must be the first time Tristan has ever brought me to a place like this.’ Her heart filled with an indescribable feeling.
It was a mix of happiness, bitterness, and sorrow.
After Tristan got out of the car, he headed straight into the bar, completely ignoring her as if she were thin air.
She had never been to a bar before, so she hesitated before going inside.
But the thought that Tristan was the one who brought her here gave her the courage to steel herself and walk in.
The moment she stepped inside, the thick, smoky air hit her in waves, and she immediately broke into a violent coughing fit.
Perhaps because her coughing was so loud, it instantly drew the gazes of many people.
Seeing all sorts of people looking at her with curiosity, she covered her mouth, kept her head down, and hurried in the direction Tristan had gone.
But after she rounded a corner, she lost sight of him.
Panic began to set in. Other than what she had seen on TV, she was completely clueless about a place like this.
