Divorce, Please: The Young Master Does Not Love Me-Chapter 71: Male God
For a long, long time, Tristan Grayson held her. He only let go when the woman in his arms, her face flushed red, went limp against him.
Seeing no sign of Chase Sinclair, a smug smile touched his lips. In high spirits, he turned, wrapped an arm around the woman in his embrace, and walked toward the mall entrance.
After they left, the passersby stood stunned for a full three seconds before they all started to exclaim.
"Oh my God! That’s the male god, Tristan Grayson!"
"Yeah, he is! Our male god is so handsome!"
"She must be so happy, getting to marry the male god!"
... 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚
Listening to the chatter behind her, Mika Summers’s heart was a mess of turmoil and frustration.
’She must be so happy, getting to marry the male god?’ This was the second time today she’d heard the word "happy."
Three years ago, she had thought the same thing. She believed she would be happy after marrying the male god, Tristan Grayson. That’s why she’d risked everything, hiding it from her family to secretly marry him. But in the end...
At the thought, a self-deprecating smile touched her lips. ’I have to admit,’ she thought, ’Tristan Grayson’s performance just now was incredible. Even I got swept up in it.’
Even now, her heart couldn’t calm down from that kiss.
Beside her, Tristan Grayson didn’t notice the complicated thoughts running through her mind.
He was in an excellent mood the entire way.
He was in such a good mood, in fact, that when Henry Archer drove past a restaurant, he graciously told him to stop.
He got out, walked over to her door, opened it, and bent down, inviting her out like a gentleman.
Mika Summers frowned but placed her hand in his and stepped out of the car.
She turned to him, asking in a confused whisper, "What are you doing? Aren’t we supposed to be meeting my parents?"
"We’re eating. I’d rather not listen to a certain someone’s stomach growling the entire way."
’A certain someone’s stomach growling?’ Upon hearing that, Mika Summers’s face instantly flushed red. ’So he heard it after all.’
But when she looked up at the restaurant in front of them, her brow furrowed with worry.
It was just a simple, ordinary, mid-sized restaurant.
’Is Tristan Grayson really planning on taking me here to eat?’
Tristan Grayson pulled her into the restaurant. He chose a table by the window and led her toward it.
They had just sat down when an older woman in an apron came over with menus. "What can I get for you two?" she asked warmly, handing a menu to each of them.
Mika Summers glanced at the menu. It was all very standard, home-style cooking. She wondered if Tristan Grayson would be able to stomach it.
She felt a knot of anxiety in her stomach, afraid that Tristan would get angry and storm out after seeing the menu.
"What are you looking at me for? Just order what you want to eat!" Tristan Grayson looked up and glared at her, annoyed.
Seeing that he was about to lose his temper, she quickly put the menu down and said to the woman, "Oh, I’ll just have the egg fried rice, please."
"Alright. And what would you like, sir?"
"I’ll have the same as her," Tristan Grayson said nonchalantly, also setting his menu down.
"You got it." The woman nodded, collected their menus, and left with a smile.
Mika Summers sat nervously across from Tristan Grayson. They had never once eaten a meal together like this, just the two of them at a table. Because of that, her heart was thumping with anxiety.
Tristan Grayson felt uncomfortable being stared at by Mika Summers. Feigning a relaxed air, he picked up the teapot on the table to pour a cup of water. Swirling it gently, he spoke in a light, teasing tone, "Miss Summers, even if your husband is handsome, you don’t have to stare at him constantly."
