Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 69: Feeling
At her words, Tristan Grayson’s face instantly darkened. "Miss Summers, have I been too good to you today? Is that why you’re being so insolent?" ’This woman just doesn’t know what’s good for her.’
She seemed to think he had no temper, testing his limits again and again.
Mika Summers flinched but forced herself to remain composed. "Young Master Grayson is so good to me, letting me walk around and embarrass myself with this." As she spoke, Mika Summers pointed to her neck.
Hearing her words, Tristan Grayson glanced at her neck and immediately saw the red mark. His gloomy mood seemed to dissipate considerably.
’So that’s why she’s angry.’ Realizing he was in the wrong, Tristan Grayson didn’t press the issue with her attitude.
He gestured to a sales associate. "We’re checking out."
"This way, Mr. Grayson," the sales associate said with a smile, quickly walking over.
Tristan Grayson took her hand and followed the associate to the register. He glanced at the pile of bagged clothes, pulled out a pale pink trench coat and a pair of jeans, and handed them to Mika Summers. "Change into these."
Seeing the color of the clothes in Tristan Grayson’s hands, Mika Summers frowned.
"What? You don’t like them?" Seeing that she didn’t take the clothes, Tristan Grayson’s tone grew impatient.
"It’s not that. My grandmother just passed away. It wouldn’t be right for me to wear clothes like this..." She shook her head, taking the jeans but not the trench coat.
When Tristan Grayson heard her say this, his heart skipped a beat. He asked, his voice uncertain, "You want to wear black because your grandmother passed away?" ’So it wasn’t that she didn’t want to wear them for me.’ For some reason, a strange, wonderful feeling bloomed in his chest.
"Yes."
After receiving her affirmative response, he turned to the sales associate and said, "Bring over that black sweatshirt as well."
"Of course, Mr. Grayson."
The associate brought the clothes over and handed them to Mika Summers, who then went to the fitting room, relieved.
Tristan Grayson paid at the counter, his mind a whirlwind of complicated feelings.
He’d only spent a day with this woman, yet his mood was already being swayed by her every word and deed.
’Why is this happening?’
When Mika Summers came out in her new clothes, Tristan Grayson merely gave her a brief glance before grabbing the various shopping bags and walking straight out of the store without a second look.
Mika Summers was completely bewildered by Tristan Grayson’s sudden cold shoulder. ’Do I not look good? Did I embarrass him?’
As soon as they were out of the store, Henry Archer rushed forward to take the bags from Tristan Grayson’s hands.
Tristan Grayson sidestepped him and ordered coldly, "Go open the trunk."
"Yes, Boss!"
Tristan Grayson put all the new clothes in the trunk. He glanced toward the mall entrance, but there was no sign of her. Frowning, he went back to find her.
Her mind in a jumble, Mika Summers followed behind Tristan Grayson with her head down. She turned it over and over in her head; his sudden silence had to be because he found her embarrassing.
However, she wasn’t watching where she was going and didn’t realize that Tristan Grayson had already left the mall. It wasn’t until she bumped into someone’s chest that she snapped out of it and quickly looked up to apologize. "I’m so sorry, I’m sorr—"
But when she looked up and saw the person in front of her, she froze. She’d seen this man before.
The man, however, wasn’t surprised at all. He calmly put his hands in his pockets and greeted her with a smile. "Well, look who it is. What a coincidence. Meeting twice in one day... It seems we’re quite fated to meet!"
